Little girl with the hair as gold as the sun tied in ribbons in tight little ringlets, never lose the youth you wear on your face. Keep reaching your hands out to the sky hoping that a hand would come by and sweep you up into a lullaby. Never lose the smile you give out to strangers who doesn't deserve it; one day someone will tell you that it's not safe and the happiness you once gave will be diminished and put away into a box where it will not intimidate those who are swimming in their own sadness. Never lose the giggles you pour out to the tress in the garden where you let loose and dance and twirl and sing on top of your lungs. Never lose the passion you have for flowers and butterflies and everything nice; one day someone will teach you that it's not wise pouring out so much of your heart to those who will not reciprocate it.
Never lose the gleam in your eyes at the beauty of the night sky with the twinkling stars. Never grow up. Growing up means shedding the amazement at everything you see. The world starts fading in shades of grey and blue and everyone falls into a pattern of conformity, walking on straight lines of never ending working, wondering if this is all the world will end up to be. Don't follow the steps of your ancestors, falling on their graves with regret on their shoulders. Make a life of your own where your heart is in step with your brain; don't let others tell you otherwise. They're wrong, these two always got along. There's so much to see, more to discover, less to ignore and less to exclude. Capture everything in your memory, everything has a place in history. Those monsters on the TV that you see don't really exist, they're all make believe. You can make them your friends and learn all of their secrets until you've exhausted the evil inside of them. Never forget, sweet little girl, you are more than you seem to be.