she is like

She is like the morning air, the light that cracks through my window shades Softly saying hello. As i open my window

the birds chirping and a smile grows.

Gracefully. She stands like a daisy gorgeous to look at But careful She is fragile. Gently digging around her stem.. Picking her up by her roots Placing her inside. Angelic. Corrupting. As i cant help but to stare.