Under The Sycamore

under the sycamore tree

She sat there silently
she was in another dimension
Sh noticed nothing but the world in her hands
Girl under the sycamore tree

Her eyes shone
A smile slightly curls from her lips
She's like the Mona Lisa
Girl under the sycamore tree

With a mark of perfection,
she creates my world
Girl under the sycamore tree

She was more than she thought
She was more than she knew
She was my mother nature
She painted the sky blue
Girl under the sycamore tree

- for young kids. You can be anything you wanna be. Reach mew limits with your imagination