Wilted leaves rotting,
A young girl consumed by despair.

The shallow water making its last journey to the sea,
The sun setting over the last valley.

Wipe your tears little girl.
Don't you know the water will flow again
and the sun will rise above your innocent soul once more.

Dry your eyes little girl,
you are nature.
The leaves and flowers will blossom again
Tomorrow is forever a new day.


A.C.