You see, sweet child
Life imitates art
Each petal that falls
Sweeps across the field
Like a painter's brush stroke
Each breeze that passes through your golden hair
Is like a singers song
Each drop of rain, a dance

See my sweet child, life imitates art
Through birth and death
A playful touch
Each kind word said
Life always imitates art
Art never imitates life
You see, my dear
*there's no beauty in reality