From sky-locked oceans her beauty derived,
transparent dewdropp on weeping breeze.
The colours of everything to earth contrived,
embryonic rainbows on pregnant trees.
Feel gravity’s pull and lack of resistance,
the fall of grace to stony ground.
The spread of life through her persistence,
a growing need, the world spins round.
To deepest depths and feelings within,
create emotions and tears and rain,
To moisten eyes, shake daffodil.
To clouds of joy and back again.
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