I am
Ever flowing forward,
One-hundred percent
Gloriously beautiful.
Living in the center
Of the sun where
The risk of burn licks
The hemming of my gown
Teasing as I smile
Gently, absently stroke
It’s muzzle soft and warm,
Coo to it softly in my
Soft Southern drawl.

I am
Home in the center
Of the sun where hues
In golden peach prevails
Soft and serene
Bright and giggly
Humming happily in the now.