Have you heard from the girl with the sun on her skin.
Who can make flowers grow with light from within.
And she runs through the world having life in her wake
With blossoms all lining the path that she takes
She must be quite shy because she's never been seen.
But she's what painting the grass stich a rich shade of green.
I've heard people say that there's dew in her veins.
That whenever she's hurting or lonely, it rains,
And if you listen on nights that are early in spring,
You might just hear her voice on the breeze if she sings. schrijver onbekend mandala: Luchtkasteel