She wasn't too keen to talk
Better listener than anything else
I would take her for a walk
And she would point out the beauty in things
Over there was a squirrel
Scampering to his or her domain
Over there was a deer
I saw it run through the tall grass
Up above were the white puffy clouds
Can I make out any shapes?
I see an airplane in one of the clouds
A dragon in the other
I see her beautiful face
Who has taught me to be more quiet