There once was a girl named Zobhana.
She rode an elephant named Sanga,
And carried candles that smelled of sandlewood.

Zobhana’s feet were made of roses,
And she could climb mountains with their thorned soles

Her desires bloomed from her belly button
And grew as full as marigolds.

Every tree in the land and weed in the sea
Began in her heart with bright green roots.

When she spoke to her friends, from her throat,
Her words flowed with crystal blue clarity.

She saw the world through a third eye
Created from her indigo sunglasses.

Zobhana wore a crown of forget-me-nots
And stood completely aligned.

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