Is this the end of a beautiful dream?
Walking on to reality realm
The order of the day, carpe diem
For, the tunnel approaching fast it seem!
The greener pastures and tall grass
Pouting flowers, doing a chasse
To the playful wind's bass
All that she leaves behind, this lass
The tiniest flowers, notices she
The beauty in them is all she can see
Daintily steps absorbing the whole scene
Locking the precious' in a box of memories
Kisses she goodbye, to the butterflies
Winks at the sun, just waking up to rise
Changes are sometimes angels in disguise
From one home to another, she happily sighs