Father to daughter.

She is not the lonesome dove

That flies to find a quiet perch

Nor the beast that stalks the land

To leave destruction in its wake

Neither will she scream or shout

Bringing notice to her plight

Whisper to a listening ear

Secrets steeped in treachery

If she finds her heart's desire

Do not think to ask it back

Amongst the baggage of her mind

Treasures plenty disappear

Should she run beside the wind

Fleet of foot no one shall pass

When the race is finally over

Find her lying in restful sleep

By the roadside or the river

Mountain high or valley deep

All encompassed by the air

No escape for such as l

Light or dark, rain or hail

Snowflake, ice or hot,hot sun

Fire and water lovely daughter

Father's here for evermore

Love between us filled to bursting

Peers in presence wait awhile

Hell or Heaven lovely daughter

Father's here for evermore.