Sun Child

Sun child, with all her sun-kissed speckles.
The pixie dust sprinkled from above, bleached her hair
And gave to her a million little freckles.
She feels like one among the wildflowers and the trees
The earth is her playground, running wild and free
Barefoot she learns the textures of the land
Where the dirt and grass beneath her toes
Lead and support her, wherever she goes
Can't tell her what to be for she knows where she belongs
Among the wildflowers and the trees because reality feels so wrong
The utopia she finds, in nature's company
Takes her from the screaming cries of responsibility
And this is where her soul will rest when her smile begins to fade
The wildflowers and the trees will listen and keep her secrets safe
For nothing here demands her time, or judges what she's worth
For nature accepts her as she is, and will wait patiently for her return.