written by: Andrew Ray Williams
Dainty arms raised, as morning rays beam.
Loose locks jouncing, body twirling,
unbounded, in movement with the melody.
She is a vivid field flourishing with flowers—
fresh mountain air in the warm of Spring,
In a world of asphalt and pavers,
fossil fuels and factories.
An anxious father
with a carefree child.
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