I watch closely the girl with the the sunny hair and the oceans eyes
I watch her pick up the Autumn leaves and toss them above her head
I watch her dance gracefully through the light white snow
marking the end of the renewal of her land
I watch her in spring pick a daisy and blow it lightly
spreading new life around her
thus marking the beginning of the rebirth of her land
I watch her lay in the bright sun of the summer
cooling herself off with clear water
I watch the girl with the sunny hair and the oceans eyes
I watch her change the seasons welcoming them
I watch her mark the beginning of both renewal and rebirth of her land
sometimes fearing the day that the girl with the sunny hair and the oceans eyes
will not be there for me to watch.