Holy crap...

Trading sap for water
we belong here
Above the waterfall locks -
our eyes.
Below them -
our white diamond tear

Around the cerulean blue nectar
our breath absorbs all the air.
We view what we ignore -
with mortal bows
the stream appears
so clear

We bind the x-rayed light,
ignoring the escape of nothingness
to clear the path
For us, the barefoot orphans,
granite sandals
are so hard to match

The braided wax of hearing
crowns the lost smile
to forgive,
and the shade of incense
stops at the edge
of the cliff

Losing the warbling life in a jungle,
our reflection drowns
our washed emotion,
And, as the breeze paints the ripe births,
we receive the sense
trained by its own motion

Then suddenly
without the mask or shield,
While our minds are conquered
by the strange command,
We meet a friend we yield,
and leave in faith our jungle land


The artist was nine when she painted that painting and wrote that poem. Go check out her website, I promise you it's worth it.