Ain't good to go.

She rolls big and then crashes into bubbles. She shapes that below and carves deep. She drags into surface her tiny details and kisses the feet to pull the stare down.

She takes. Or so they say. She meets with the sun each day to start the gloom. And suddenly she puts all amusement to that dark sky. But it does not take long before she shines beneath a new light. And she regains all wide eyes lost.

Because awe is perhaps for her to cast. Because right now, she almost beats my favorite star. Her hum shuts my player and her sparkle dulls the sky. I can stare at her move all day. I will hardly lose a bit of awe.