• Her wings fluttering
    as she sings
    the song of the water
    the song of the spring.

    Lying on a rock
    looking to the stars
    searching for the moon,
    maybe even mars.

    Falling water
    crashing down
    thoughts revolving
    like a merry-go-round.

    In the Morrow she will leave,
    Look to the wind and take flight,
    But now she seeks to enjoys the world
    It's just another peaceful night