She was basking under the sunlight,
And I was bathing in her glow.
Never have I ever been so jealous,
Of the red star burning so slow.
The breeze played with her hair,
Clouds that danced mid-air—
Casting their shadows over the skies,
Gently nursing her beautiful eyes.
Butterflies circled in quiet delight,
With birds showing their reverent grace.
All of heaven paused to admire the view,
As if nature fell in love with her, too.