She orbits as she dances, delicate hands held high
Fiery stars emerging from her clumsy fingertips

Supernovas reflected in her delighted, young eyes
Exploding in royal golds and resonant purples

Abruptly halting her waltzing
She is ordered to stand in line

Wide-eyed artistry side by side volatility
A brewing storm, trembling with excitement

Energy coursing through her stilled, childish frame
Itching to erupt into swirling galaxies

Galaxies free to squeal with laughter
Giggling until the end of time

She makes a mistake, yet does nothing wrong
For the universe makes no mistakes

Covering a growing smile behind sticky hands
Lighting up the sky with her mischievous eyes

She takes the words of criticism given to her
Amplifying them without bound, dampening all she does

When given enthusiasm
It has been grown into gleeful nebulas

Words of bitterness are thrust at her
Expanding into a void, reminiscent of a black hole

She is a child of the cosmos
Living in that from which she was formed

She is the universe, filled with infinite potential
Too young to understand herself

Confined by her lack of knowledge
Liberated by her lack of harsh reality