She flew up on cottony clouds
Clouds that weighed so less
Clouds that had dreamy snow hues
Clouds that whispered love
Clouds that made everything else frivolous
Clouds that pulled veils over sensibilities
Clouds that turned a blind eye to the veracity
But then, the sol rose up
The golden rays seeped in
Blinding the cottony clouds
Weighing down the dreamy clouds
Melting the dreamy snow hues
Illuminating the fact that
The frivolous is indeed imperative
Unveiling the veils that covered sensibilities
Opening the eyes to the veracity
.
She dropped down from the clouds
Bruised and battered
Unable to withstand the heat
The heat that engulfed her
The heat that burned her down
But then she caught sight of the dewdrops
That rose up from the verdant turf
The turf that was firmly rooted to the soil
The turf that lifted its head up to the sol
Facing the veracity
Facing the sensibilities
And, she picked cues from the verdant turf
To stay rooted and look up to the sol
To stay rooted and shout out to the sol
That you cannot burn me down again!
