Phoebe.
The song tuned melodiously aloud,
The sun rose amidst clouds,
Something flies windy,
And the light serves as a remedy?
Where it is to be,
Melting the ice cube.
Needing air as an aerobe,
Blinking up within the globe.
Phoebe; it is,
Beauty from within.
Seeing all that it is,
Knowing the set feeling.
The giddiness of the probe,
The design of Adobe.
Where nothing is artificial,
Where everything around is natural.
The flying creature,
The brightness of nature.
Phoebe.
