The River

The trees, hid her from everyone around The water, flowed beneath her tiny feet For nothing more beautiful could astound Like the pleasant river beyond the street, The little girl sat beneath the tall trees As she watched the clear water go downstream, She smelled the scent of the earth in the breeze As her dark hair glistened in the light beam But one day, the little girl moved away Just as the days got bitter, cold, and dark And the leaves, once green, began to decay In her mind, forever leaving a mark A young girl plays in the river these days Only time will tell just how long she stays