From high above, 

Sitting on a cozy cushion. 

I saw her, 

barely with anything, 

too hot literally, 

jumping and romping, 

smoking and fogging. 

Companion fanning her, 

with a piece of cardboard. 

as if to cool her a little. 

A black wave again, 

rolled crystals.

Then, four mountains – 

with power studded,

shiny emblems etched – 

overpowered the wave. 

She is still too hot, 

yet fully conscious, 

and finally landed. 

And I write this to commemorate 

Her at the place and act.