Earth bends at your awakening.
It stretches to withstand the weight of your presence.
In awe of your stature the sun shines.
Hoping to store glimmers of your reflection
It nods in recognition of you.
You are a masterpiece caught in the stillness of time.
How could the handiwork of one's maker ever be questioned?
Grandma pinches of Godvia were gathered to create you.
You are mosaic splitting amber dancing in the sun
While to earth itself bends to withstand your awakening.