The Girl

She stands beside me and holds me up

Always happy, I see her smiling

Singing as we a walk down the road

I look around at the others

I only see her

My friend

She skips along, begging me to join

I look up to see the blue and white sky

The clouds are so weightless

I look back down to see her, skipping just as lightly

Laughing, giggling, singing

The joy of life lives within her

I see the twinkling stars lighting her face

I see the bright pearls glowing gently

And I smile, I laugh, I skip

Merry is what we are

Merry is what we become