I met a girl
In a sunflower skirt
She likes to be noticed
She wants to be seen
I noticed
I saw
What’s on the surface
The bits in between
But we both know it’s all a facade
All just for show
For we are soul catchers
About to let go
A word, a song, a glance, a touch
A strategic play
To capture as much
As each soul will fray
As the girl in a sunflower skirt walks away
I notice
I see
A girl
A woman
A friend
A lover
A creator
A teacher
A preacher
A delicate flower
With almighty power