Tessa sounds like clear blue streams, as the water flows peacefully and silently away,
Like a piece of sheet music just lying there, waiting for someone to finally play.
It sounds like an echo through the mountaintops,
Or a beautiful dress sitting in the shop.
Like the soft flutter of a butterfly’s wings,
As the young girl reads and the sparrow sings.
It is a shy tiger waiting to roar—
My name is always there, deep inside my core.
Tessa is the base, the courage in me,
Venturing through life and seeing the trees.
Tessa is unique and special and my own,
It is a beautiful artifact. It is my gemstone.