My personal potion by Julianna

I is a potion, begin
In the air, where nostrils sip
Molecules of Sunshine into your head,
Your hands. Listen
To Warmth Grandparents along
Spiral canals moving mood’s food
Into feet, and forage
For Soup
And find (it/them) finding you – is a potion
In motion, begin
Again, sip Music and swirl
Add Movement and twirl
And whole world whirls for you, feel that?
The potion of you fills the ocean, don’t forget!