She sat and swung back and forth;
Giggled and glee-ed;
Content with her "BE".
She said: "Don't worry just swing with me.
Touch and smell green-grass seas.
Let the blades taste your toes"
Forget the land's you thought you could not tend and grow.
Mom and Dad, they've sailed their seas of storm,
and they are now heroes of their own battled cy-clone."
Like their lonely little yellow sunflower, they've blossomed a new bloom
and I should now float to my dear moon...
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