I want to see fields

Of girls

Standing tall to the sun,

Their imperfections

Shined upon the brightest,

Their souls sparkling

With hair dripping,

Splashed with the stars

Not yet visible to our eyes,

We jumped,

Dived,

Splashed into the pathway

Of sunlight

This is from a much longer story in verse I'm writing, so it's quite out-of-context, but I really liked how this stanza turned out.  Sometimes, like today, just one perfect-seeming part lights up my day.