The wind came with a breezy smile
On her face, and a flutter in her step,
Changing the fixed into flex around.
At deeper darkness the rooted shoved,
Arms braced above, and long legs lifted,
Shifting out and about, atop the ground.
Arriving limp, and flung over a halfway heart,
Bumbling trouble stung from the restarting line,
The end up was downed, and bone dry bits found.