Hidden 'mongst a canopy of green; her eyes were lush and bright The faerie maiden was lithe and lean; her wit shone light as light Decay dared not to harm her tree and life remained all right This lady, fair with moonlight hair; danced swiftly through the night
My mom asked me what I wanted to be 'I want to be one of the stars' I answered 'You want to be above everyone else?' she asked 'I want to be gone and I want to turn into dust' I told her Silence followed