She's crying for shelter from city lights,
her way was lost chasing the kites.
She doesn't deserve this mellow harshness,
her muted soul needs some love to harness.
She's shying away from the forbidden innocence,
her eyes beam with, while seeking guidance.

O! dear, doesn't she remember,
she's the Daughter of the Nature.

She had a smile that spread like wild fire,
melting hearts of beasts and gruesome liars.
She was a fawn in disguise, innocent and sweet,
knocking down obstacles with her mushy feet.
She also had her majestic, sparkling eyes,
trapping time in a bottle and  her crooked lies.

Why doesn't she remember ?
She's the Daughter of the Nature.

She still hides that girl in her conscience,
waiting for herself to crawl out of defiance.
She walks with the shadows of her past
thinking, her old-self acts like a mast.
She knows, culprit are her own people
but still lets them treat herself like a lost gamble.

One day she will surely remember,
she's the Daughter of the Nature.