She pulled on my heart strings until they were tightropes which she danced across because tiptoeing was never her style. She was never afraid of falling as she danced above the heavens. Angels were jealous of her, because she had no wings and yet she found ways to fly. She turned cherubims into cherry blossoms, relegating them to wall flowers as she takes center stage in the clouds. She will choreograph constellations with each and every step she takes.