She's awake, eyes wide,
Gazing at everything that surrounds her.
Ugly? Someone apprised her no.
Loving is the cue to everything beautiful.
Skin deep is nothing. They are just words.
Magnificent is nothing,
And nothing is unlovely,
When you see the world in gray,
You fail to remeber,
There's an other side.
From sad to happy,
He made her, unknowingly.
He showed her,
People can be inimical,
She said she is aware.
Then what was that he did,
To make her all so beaming?
I guess we'll never know.
It's a tale of two seeds,
Who were growing into trees.
When one was about to die,
The angel came to relief.