All in a golden afternoon,
Under the skies of cloudless blue.
I look up to see clouds like balloons
And baboons.
Oh what a silly thing life is
All meetings and living to work.
Why,
I want to work so I can live
Or just not work at all!
What a sad thing life could be
If I wasn’t a child forever.
I will be, you see
Because I willed myself to just stop!
Stop growing up.
The clouds stay moving but I am frozen.
The sun continues to shine
But I am still a girl in a tree
And I always will be.