She has a terribly addictive hue One pink and sweet and so blue. Her dress dances slowly, care free I see her smile on the child's swing. It dawns on me that this world Was hand picked and made for her. The mountains fold in gently as if To give a kiss with a soft pair of lips. She laughs and the sea breathes Rejoicing so surely life like a kid. She is everything and everyone, After and since.