Like it was nothing less than the perfect dream,
Laughing away at the breeze.
Warmth and worriless,
Whispered in the wind...
A cold still held her breath in the bewildering shine,
Soaking her face in a bathing light,
Across a seemingly empty meadow arose the transic bright.
In lustrous aw,
Immobilized not by fear,
Fortified within herself,
Enchanted through curiosity...