Little Girl
I am
Yes that’s me
I am the little girl
That can make things grow
One day
I ran far from home...
To an open field
This field as bare as my grandpa head
I ran through
And cried
And cried
And cried
I cried for hours
Maybe even days
I ran away later
I ran back later that day
And if
There was not a single spot
That was bare
It would not have been right
It grew flowers
Trees
Trees with flowers
Berries
Bushes
It was beautiful
It was breathtaking
I walked in a little
And stopped at a willow tree
A willow tree
This one was large...
With soft pink flowers
I fell onto my back
I looked up
And flower after flower fell onto me
I cried
I cried
I cried
I told no one
I showed no one
This was mine
I cried and made this
I made this
I made this
I cried this out
This place is mine
I’m the little girl that ran and cried here
To make this wonderful place
I’m the little girl
I’m the little girl
That lives in the willow tree