Oh, they are, well, all the same
Fun and frolic, very mundane
She seems to be of all who came
Then, pray, why isn’t she part of the game?
Her footsteps slow, eyes open wide
Arms across her chest, she walks out of sight
Seats herself at the very edge, lost
In thoughts ,all fiercely her own.
Watch her I from a safe distance
Irks my mind a certain unrest
Her soft hum fills my ear, I see
Her smile, oh it’s all so clear.
The world she sees, all her own
Not a part, but nature her whole
Belonged here, to the land and sky
Belonged she in solitude.