The little girl
with golden smiles
and shimmering chestnut eyes,
walks along
the meadows green
beneath the deep blue skies.
Honeybees,
chipmunks in trees
and the shivering cypress sighs.
Songbirds sing
then take to wing,
and flutter to the skies,
to spy the girl
like perfect pearl;
weeping last goodbyes.
For soon the moon
will swank and swoon;
mark time for sun's arise.
She'll return again
young woman then;
reform to their surprise,
She's so much more
divine, adore
this nature's niche decries.
Alluring maiden
lovely laden
with shimmering chestnut eyes.
I really enjoyed this poem, I came to read some of yours after you commented on mine about my daughter. My daughter has PDD-NOS, it's a form of autism. She is very intelligent but cannot communicate and therefore gets very frustrated. She is only 3 but she often says negative things about herself, and it's just heartbreaking. I get a very warm feeling about Whitney when reading this, I love the descriptivness.