THE MYSTERY OF THE ELEMENTS

The light seeps under her door
It wants so bad to be seen
It illuminates her floor

Yet everything else is a shadow
Nothing else is visible
Not even the moon through her window

It must be a new moon
For she can not see it
But it would look like a balloon

The summer's eve is hot
It is sticky outside
But she is sure she's not

The cool light
That seeps under her door
And through her window
Keeps her just right