the breeze is baby's breath,

soft and gentle against my cheek.

the sky is a blooming lily,

colors spraying across the sky.

yuzuki brushes my arm,

touch as light as the kiss of

hibiscus, warm and red and welcoming.

"is the sky more beautiful from up here?"

i look at her,

face glowing from the light of the

ferris wheel and the setting sun

and i cannot help but smile as I reply,

"everything is more beautiful from here."