Oct 2015
She's got roses in her hair
And* mud over her heels
Her sun kissed skin shines
As she dances in the meadow
Her brash laughter sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze twirling her; dizzily
As if in a ballroom; like a lover
Eccentric* is what she seems
But really she's a girl
A girl who is free
To spend her days frolicking
In *nature's company
And* mud over her heels
Her sun kissed skin shines
As she dances in the meadow
Her brash laughter sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze twirling her; dizzily
As if in a ballroom; like a lover
Eccentric* is what she seems
But really she's a girl
A girl who is free
To spend her days frolicking
In *nature's company
Why, don't we all long to be free!
