In soft rain she stood,
With the wind in her hair.
Seeing a golden sunset for the first time,
Freedom was at her fingertips.
She was a dancing summer sunbeam,
Laughing away through the swaying long grass.
A battered brown briefcase in her hand,
Many a tender farewell kiss on her lips.
She set off into the big wide world,
Of
Roses and rainbows,
Summers and sadness,
Lizards and longings.
Hopes flung high into the misted stars.
She was ready to be free.
