Zoe was always a nymphic creature God gifted prodigy When she was three she already knew that above her ecliptics jade eyes were shaped as a gift to see within her strange Zephyr's soul there were worlds unreachable to mortals indulging
unconscious dance moves she was performing a play finding her way through piercing sounds of animality and natural wilderness
solely within her mind's eyes
then shut deliberately just to prove to the thick jungle to highly flowering sunflowers that her head locomotions are fully perceptive
her tiny hands touched the ground glistening streams of her hair had been long(ing) to touch her tiny bare heels in pace with every bonvivant little step forth she had been taken O, Zoe you knew at three
That Zenith is the chosen point to open up top portals of deepest insight
Zoe - there is a moving star lit to praise returning to innoccence Olympic sensible smiling sweetheart
intuitive little one
You could hear cracks and tremblings of every limb to limb clashed with dark humid soil and stones and crumbs on every ant trail every black beetle's step there every futuristic peregreen wizzy wings