Ethereal Being

Walking through a field of daises
They bask in her swift, melanin beauty
The sun melts into her skin
Desperately yearning to call it home
The sky loathes the distance between them
Wishing for her to bathe in its infinite glory
The trees whisper to her secrets
That belong to the earth alone
 A treasure living amongst
A cult of mundane creatures
The wind slithers through
Benign fragments of her skin
The ground moans in ecstasy
Only to shake furiously
At the absence
Of her beating heart.