She rides the nights with the coast as her companion.
She dances to the breeze with moon and the stars as her audience.
She argues with waves for leaving her alone, even in those brief times.
She hikes the hills with the trees narrating stories of ages.
She goes on dates with the sun and the moon
the sea and the breeze, on hills and in oceans, on days and at nights, whenever she feels like, wherever her heart likes.
She climbs on the clouds to whisper to the rainbow.
Giggles with the stars of the dark twinkling just the same.
She doesn't understand the word regret for she is the purple Sunset, a miracle of her own.
A miracle that I was shown.