She’s a little song

Tenderly now the footing reaches

upon the depth of waters lap

balancing upon her little world

does she dare to turn her back,

but nay, the pull is waxing

turning her open head

over miles and miles of living

through splashes of joy and dread,

to the day when she rests at ease

and all the waters calm to sea

her life will flow as a scattered breeze

where all the ripples are set and freed.

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