She stands like a stalk, embracing the light
The messy shock of hair wafts in the wind, rustling like petals
The loose sleeves of shirt are as leaves
Swaying with the breeze
But she stands there, still
Taking in the world, here and now
Always changing, always shifting, never permanent
But defies it, content with seeing it
Her way, with dull jade eyes
Perceiving everything in shifting lights
Colors, tastes, and sounds
She rides the high, neverlasting but pure
Praying that the joy in her heart never ceases
She hugs the world, and the world hugs back