A little girl with her dress
a better shade of purple,
hid behind a big boulder
in the shape of her troublesome troubles.

The little girl
curled up so small,
her knees snuggled
and hugged,
as the wind
twirled and twirled
red ribbons through her soft hair.

She shivered
and quivered,
her skin turning bluer,
and bluer—
the earth, soft and kind,
packed it warm beneath her tiny feet.

The sun,
full of worry and frowns,
pushed the clouds away,
and rested yellow swirls
and curves on her small shoulders.

Go away, go away,
the little girl hollered—
when you are here,
shadows follow my every way.

The sun sighed—silly girl,
with your dress so bright and so purple—
shadows are not here to hurt you—
they are just there to slip away
with a darker shade of you.