She moved like a woman slowly lifting the legs as if she knew she was a symbol, putting feet on the wet pebbles with such gravity. While the water burst about. So many sounds and patterns I couldn't hold my grasp, unbelieving her.
I drew a schematic of a tree not the right color I didn't need to be correct. The approximation with hyperboles of the grass moved, spun my head. I thought it almost right.