The breeze pulls against her hair and I see again another reason to be alive.
For if I was not here in her glory I wouldn't notice the little things,
like how the bees that fly land on the edge of the petal before crawling
into the warm compact center of their flowers.
Or how when I lay down, the sky makes the clouds look as if they were dipped in honey.
It's as if my eyes flutter close and new ones take their place,
making my vision far less impared than when I breathe in the rain.
The grass is tall as if a wall from the outside,
just her, myself, and god.