As she swings, she enters her own world,
Princess of the azure autumn sky:
Soaring through her realm, free as a bird,
Beaming broadly into amber sunlight,
Curls of ebony trailng behind her,
Like streamers made of finest silken strands.
The music of her laughter fills the air
And the world beneath her bows to her commands.
Fly on, fly high, my precious lady-girl,
To the whimsical, wonderful Land of Ahdeedah
Where your dreams and heart’s desires shall unfurl
Every time you wish upon a silver star.
©2017 Joanne Van Leerdam