If you can't sing...sing anyways

Her face laced with freckles, she lays under the bushy maple tree, daydreaming. Her white cotton skirt creases under her knees. Why would a mother buy a playful child a white skirt we will never know. She claims with a giggle that something so beautiful can't help but be ruin. The little girls toes dig into the grass and dirt. She hopes the sunny day will be a good time to catch butterflies. Shes perched under the tree for hours, exploring the rocks and leaves. The most complicated task of her day is to catch her butterfly. Her motive painted with innocence. She doesn't plan to own the butterfly or trap it, she just wants to watch it's beauty. She's want to examine every inch and then set it free. She waits patiently for her butterfly by pointing out the pictures in the clouds.