A whisper rises as the wind blows and I close my eyes to listen
I can't understand what's said by the trees
But I love to listen, more than anything else
It's calming, soothing, almost therapeutic
And the sun kisses my face softly as the soft breeze brushes by
Sitting up this high should scare me, would scare me
But sitting at the top of trees has always been my favourite place
I can hear the whisper of the leaves as the breeze teases me
And I close my eyes again, thankful for this quiet little place
That I can truly call *mine

Imagine your favourite celebrity bumped into you
On a busy side walk, and quietly apologised
Before slipping off, back into the crowd
And stole your heart in the process

Imagine your favourite actor bumped into you
Looking for a place to lay low for a while
And to pass the time you got to know them
And the whole time, they seemed impressed

Imagine accidentally dialling the wrong number
And your favourite singer answers the phone
And shyly you apologise, and they tell you it's fine
And the whole time you're mentally celebrating

Now, imagine after all this has happened
Or only one of the above
And you didn't have a friend to share it with

I could
Be dead
Right now
And absolutely
Nobody would notice

Look in the mirror
And tell yourself
That you are beauty
That you are the face
The mind, and the body
Of beauty

Here's a secret
You, that girl who thinks
That she's fat, and that
Anorexic girl
Yeah, you're all the
Definition of beauty