A little curly haired girl sat,
looking at the clouds.
They drifted gently,
meshing with florissant sun.

They moved puffy and white
playing a game with wind.
And drifted making shapes
against sky canvas.

She watched,
as ray projectile traveled
through sky.
As birds flew along
escorting its mission.

Sun obe had fiery pulsation,
approaching with speed.
Its colors tickled eyes
making child look with wonder.

When entering heart,
it exploded parting
veil of forgetting.
It soothed, causing sweet one
to rise with smile.

The little girl began to dance,
recalling her essence was love.
Remembering,
she was meant to change the world.