Moves like a kite in the clear skies, gliding around with no ties; Like roaming in the streets at night, runs like a gazelle in wild; Sometimes she falls down, like a tear from child's eyes; only to get back up again with a frown; has big dreams which she dreams in her wake, not of kisses and sweet cakes; laughing like a child playing colors for the first time shining on bright like the sun, no matter if the skies are grey or white...