She fell from the sky.
But this in fact, was not her first time.
I often see her by my elementary schoolyard, or sometimes even by my family farm.
She does not speak, nor does she have emotion. Yet something about her makes me smile. She's beautiful, she sparkles in the sunlight, and yes- she's a bit peculiar, but even then, she never loses her shine.
I can't possibly talk to her, nor can I know her name, so what do I call her?
Mrs. Brightwater, the angel who comes from heaven.
The sun shines brighter than ever, the birds sing their melodies, that's...