She wears the daylight
and bumbles like the bees.
She picks the stars like flower petals
and drinks the ocean's dreams.
She takes the night's dark terrors
and puts it at ease.
She skips on clouds
and paints with the color of the breeze
She strokes the sun's rays
and plays sweet melodies.
Her heart is in a constant state of euphoria
and it screams.
The eye of the hurricane
that's how she will always Bee.
