She can be that little girl who was playing in the backyard of her house,
Or,
That not so little girl, who used to roam in the middle of forest.

Sighting every single quivering leaf from the tree of courage,
Letting that woodpecker wounding it's stem.

She ignored them all but became the disciple of radiance,
Being the sound of air passing through the hollow trees,
She was never cherish as commander of dead leaves or slave to healthy blooming woods.

She was ignited like new seed of a new species in the totally new territory,
Free from the homesickness, residential of dense forest.

She can be a creature not so earthly,
Or the little girl playing in the backyard of her house.

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