Analysis of Breasts of flowers

Breasts of the sweetest flowers
Fulfil the perfect winding hours
Showering the truthful babe with life
Rolling childhood hills and mounts
Raise the water into ice
Mirror the sun into the skies
Bring peace on earth
For the greater good
Follow this star glistening with souls
A glimpse of heaven in your suns
When will it's time be done
Will you raise these lights like atom bombs
Or take your time with each perfect one
As you look back on me
Cries with screams cheers with glee
You turn this mysterious eye you see