High over a rainbow

High over a rainbow
High over billowy clouds
Below the world with it’s material problems
Periwinkle colored glasses, carrying a duffel bag of magic
Though awkward in her sovereignty
Moves freely as a spring breeze
Codes of conduct don’t define her pleasures
As she tiptoes across gardens of poppies
You will know her by her artillery
Cherubs whisper her name through the night
Happy just gazing at stars
Curiosity holds her attention
Sun Flower Girl