Watch her.
See her step, see her twirl.
With dozens of planets
which orbit her hips
as her skirt spreads in the wind.
She laughs and the morning dew
rises from the tall grass
in salute
of her soothing voice.
The mockingbirds follow,
imitating all the known
to make themselves known
to her,
as she hops, flips, and swallows
into the woods
without a care.
She races unto the path,
a path only for her,
lit with light from the sun,
only for her.
See that she touches the hard bark
of the trees with soft tips
of fingers, and the trees stand
to only provide her shade.

Now watch.

Her as the planets burn to
ash and fall among the
grass.
And the dew explodes in
ecstasy while the
birds of all choke on their
praise.
And the sun of all forgives
its light and collapses
inward.
And the tall pines creak and scream
** timber and fall
about.

Watch her.