Yesterday, she had the glow of a new button
Some dazzle and radiance around her
Like a far-flung flashing star in the galaxy
That could be seen many light years away
And I wanted to capture that string of bouyancy

As if she has stepped out of the clouds of composure
She cared not what anyone thought
Just that she was in her pinnacle
She was trotting on the tip of auroral flair
And she was in the moment; alive and conscious

The crown of blossom was on her
And she felt coconut about everthing
The past month had just dealt with her like noodles
Like pasta or spaghetti, it had mixed and stirred her
And now she was simmering like boiling cream

12 year old excitement was on her
She was sailing in line with the winds from the South East
She was having a moment boxed in delight
The flash of happiness was on her
And we all loved the way she paddled in those waters

And so, if it was an event or a person that made her that way
We’d need to clasp and seize it
So that the entrapment of her cube of excitement would be extant
In managu-avocado order, she may always be as high as a kite
For that is the cover of vanilla topings on life