That One Little Girl

 How often do you see

A girl so lively

With hair charcoal black

And skin smooth as silk

How often do you admire

Eyes like that

With Galaxies and Nebulas

Bursting within

How often do you notice

The little girl at the back

Barefoot and smiling-

No qualities does she lack?

A peal of laughter which a sparrow envies

A whisper of stories in her clear little voice

A heart as wild as the seas

Enjoying her simple joys 

Her innocence ripples through her crowd.

Her songs twinkle, but in the silence

They are pleasantly loud

And her silent steps echo from miles away

This little girl

At society's hands

What would become of her

On one wretched land?

That one little girl

That no one appreciates

That one little girl

Who lives in the back of my mind

I see you wandering

The endless forests in my dreams

Singing in the silence

For hours it seems.

A trickster laughing-

In the darkness of the night

Her eyes shining

Her hair flying, what a sight

She is a little girl.

But she is so much more

I can hear her approaching my

Quaint Little Door.