Soaring high above the decaying skies

Balanced against great odds, she flies

Gliding on gusty winds and tainted air

She’ll fly continuously, until she’s THERE

Reverberating off of ancient vibes

Sufficient from the Love of the People tribes

She slides swiftly through the clouds

Contorting at will, to avoid the crowds

An anchor for the moon at midnight

And a boomerang by day, in steady flight

She’s magic fairy dust,

In solid form

Awoke and allured,

She’ll DEF survive the storm