She’s a strange little girl
With dirt on her hands
She can do nothing
Tradition demands
She sits on the cold curb
And covers her eyes
Then poof! She’s absconded
A world of delights…
She’s a passionate god
Of this world she creates
She stirs up great battles
She breathes love and hate
She clutches at moonbeams
And paints all the stars
She dances in meadows
To music afar
She soaks in the sunset
And sings with the dawn
She bounds across miles
Of soft, wispy lawns
She laughs at the storm clouds
And glories in rain
Where others would falter
She strides, unafraid.
She sits on the sidewalk,
A gleam in her eye
Can real life compare
To that glorious ride?
Resolving, she rises
And wipes tears away
The sun peers out brightly
Saluting the day.
