She is lovely today and every day
With her perfect toes and tiny fingers.
She smells of ocean and a fair bouquet.
Perfection is an image that lingers.

Her bright grin tells me she knows of beauty
And of the amazing way she holds it.
But one day she will know of the cruelty
And she shall to her flaws fully submit.

It is too bad this force of nature may be blurred
By the sharpness of people’s words of shame.
She may be trapped by mean names like a bird
In a cage of steel. She may have no aim.

This can change if we protect the noble
State of mind that is present in Opal.