I’m the one at the lemonade stand.
“25 cents, 25 Cents, 25 CENTS!”
She calls with her friend,
Years younger (but they’re BFFs).
Running up and down the road,
Never making a single penny.
But that doesn’t matter to
The scrawny one with bleach blonde hair,
Tamed for once in two braids.
Usually it’s long and
She won’t even let you touch it with a brush.
And sunburned again—for the umpteenth time.

You can’t tame this girl.
She talks to animals
And speaks to the wind (her protector and friend).
She’s a princess
Running away from the evil queen and the crows,
The black sky devils, the queen’s spies.
Hiding when they come,
For they will recognize her singsong voice
And bright blue eyes.

She sings,
Dances,
SOARS above the clouds,
She is the sun, she owns the sky.
Making the world her perfect stage,
A rule breaker,
A trouble maker,
Who fancies herself a country girl.
Her sock never match
And her smile is wide.

Beautiful and
Unbreakable.