Little girl without a plan,
for all things she can.
As a blessing she was born,
not a taboo, curse, victim or pawn.
Equal to a man they say,
let's not compete, is her prayer.
In the garden she plays,
making the most of everyday.
Complimenting the other is life,
wonder why we grow up to strife.
Wealth and fortune we amass,
letting the small things slip and pass.
House, car and things we own,
each day to greed we are prone.
Where has the little girl gone,
between yesterday and tomorrow she is torn.
First for love she left greed,
now greed grows like a seed.
Joy of childhood was clear and spoken,
today things that matter are best unspoken.
The girl without a plan just ran,
without cares of making a plan.
Today she runs in her mind,
here and there, taking sides.
What freedom it used to be,
stretch, yawn and free.
Paint any dream or dance along,
write or simply sing a song.
Without a plan she learnt to live,
today much is against her will.
I seek to meet this girl again,
beautiful she is, yet plain.
As years gone by, she hides inside,
every time life tossed her, side to side.
The little girl will always stay,
open the door, let her out to play.
In the garden free again,
nature alone releases the pain.
Refresh and revived she will be,
to write a new chapter for all to see.
Let's go visit her someday soon,
hopefully catch her chasing the moon.
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