Orbs of golden dust spewed out across the early morning sky, 

piercing a calm glow of yellow into the blue rippling waves 

bursting through the horizon’s opening. 

Dazzling beams of light trickled softly 

through the feathery billows of the plumberry curtain. 

 

An ocean of warmth fell on her face. 

First, upon her supple cheeks, 

then her full tender lips, 

and finally onto her big cartoon eyes beneath her slowly unraveling eyelids. 

Her eyes lit up, 

they twinkled like two sparkling fairies 

prancing up and about in a magical marsh wonderland. 

 

She lied there just for a moment, 

allowing her mind to recollect and reorganize itself, 

to appreciate the mysterious beauty of life 

and the world she was fortunate enough to experience

－smell, sight, taste, touch, sound. 

 

It wasn’t long her heart entranced by nature’s music. 

The early birds’ sweet, silvery melody, 

classical music to her ears. 

It wrapped around her soul 

like the most delicate, velvety blanket, 

glisteningly pure 

and melting into your skin like silky drizzles of rain 

pouring down from heaven. 

 

A lustrous but mellow radiance of peace 

glittered in her thinking eyes, 

swimming across the space between her body 

and nature’s splendor outside. 

 

The masterpiece in the green bristly wands 

poking out of earthly brown stems, 

dancing ever so elegantly to the harmonious hymns that the wind love to play. 

The luminous green pockets drinking up the sun’s pure light 

flowing with an infinite nuance of energy 

like a biological halo swallowing half of Earth.

 

It didn’t matter the mystifying functions and equations of the world, 

everything made sense purely by the spark of awe 

writhing upward her spirit. 

A moment of serenity unraveled her like a hug from the heavens. 

 

At that moment, 

six in the morning,

she was her heaven.