soft long wisps of light honey brown hair caught in the wind, dance on the clouds her soft closed lips, velvet-like sounds the rain caught in summer air and her legs sway to-and-fro and her mind soars with the birds and fence she sits on purrs as the fuzzy melody flows the flowers sway along to the tune the grass; torn between emeralds and gold May cries to her lovely sister June the pond shakes when her foot brushes its mold everything is whispering in tune and though everything is new, it all feels old