She wonders around the hillside,
With no place to be.

Seeing an acorn fall from a tree,
She scurries on over to see nature’s gift.

Soon the spotlight is on something different;
Soon her course is adrift.

A butterfly, a rock, a leaf in the wind,

Always on the move,
With no place to be.

Offers of toys, and material goods,
But she’d rather settle on the woods