While inspired by the sun
She chases the sharp saccharine song
That follows the birth of morning
New day only granted its light
By the world held within her gaze
A body of delineated elysium
Elicting every second
Of what was known to be so desolate
Forever my heart will beat
To the breath of imperfection
She. Is. Perfect.

"We remain on the branches of a tree waiting for the day we will rule the earth. We are the rain."