And her laughter is like music calling out for others to join in
the wind rejoices at the sound of her song
the forest floor seeks to please her bare feet
As she bounds about
through the trees she runs
As they stand tall and proud reaching up toward their beloved sky
the sun is eager to see her
He tries to peek through the thick forest roof
The brook babbles over slick cool rock and races to keep up with her
caution and timidity is forgotten
Her mouth is full of sweet notes that seem to echo on and on
The wind caresses her face with a warm scented breeze
On and on she dances
Weariness has no hold
And time is lost in the love song she sings
Her beaming face shows no fear of death or sickness
Only the moment is where she lives
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