September 13, 2002

• The Little Girl

  
  

  By Stormy Stevens © 9/12/02

  
  

   

  
  

  There is a little girl

  
  

  that no one ever sees

  
  

   

  
  

  I watch her through the window

  
  

  but she doesn't see me

  
  

   

  
  

  She lays and watches clouds go by

  
  

  and plays in the grass

  
  

   

  
  

  She is quite imaginative and

  
  

  who knows how long that'll last

  
  

   

  
  

  She giggles in her happiness

  
  

  and smiles to herself

  
  

   

  
  

  She is full of wonder

  
  

  she doesn't know self-doubt

  
  

   

  
  

  She sings to the trees

  
  

  harmonizing with the birds

  
  

   

  
  

  She says what she wants

  
  

  and is always understood

  
  

   

  
  

  Her blue eyes twinkle brightly

  
  

  there are no tears there though

  
  

   

  
  

  Its the sun that makes them light up

  
  

  a natural inner glow

  
  

   

  
  

  She doesn't pick the flowers

  
  

  because she thinks it's mean

  
  

   

  
  

  "Flowers are living creatures too," she says,

  
  

  "They're only there to be seen"

  
  

   

  
  

  She runs and plays with joy

  
  

  for she knows no other way

  
  

   

  
  

  She is living in the moment

  
  

  Knowing there're always be another day

  
  

   

  
  

  I watch her through my window

  
  

  Not ever to be seen by her

  
  

   

  
  

  For she isn't real

  
  

  just a ghost in my mirror.

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