Little girl, please stay.
I want you to laugh when you fall.
I want you to cry when you re-live moments with me.
Please stay as you are.
You can touch the sky if you want, pull it down like a blanket and wrap it to sleep.
Pick the biggest, greatest star and push in your lobule. O’ look at the twinkle. Look at the shine. Yet, not brighter than your eyes!
Run around the sunflower fields and catch the sun beams.
Go girl, make the sun smile and watch the cocoon break into a butterfly!
The cloud can be your socks and the rainbow on your hair. The seven colours on your mane makes you look so kind.
Hey there, my little girlie with curls all around your face. Giggling around me with full of play.
I found a pink rose for you to match up your fragile heart, put it along your rainbow-ribbons.
Darling, you can break a fall. You can paint the sky from God’s own palette. Laugh along with the Creator when you paint the sky too rosy or make it glittery golden with delight.
You can set the heaven’s horses free. Let them race and splash water across the fountain of youth.
Greet aurora and show her your eyes. The eyes that gave her the unreal glory of the northern lights. Let her thank you.
I know if Midas touched you, it would be him who would turn into a precious one.
Hold Pandora’s box and let her chase you for it. Run around, be notorious yet humble. Give her back what she protects.
Bless the prince of Troy; Tithonus. Touch his feebleness with your delicacy and kiss his unfortunate boon a goodbye.
I promise you, for all the reasons, you’re doing everything right.
Listen to me, you’re God’s Child. Forgive my sins and meet me in your earthly kind. For I cry under the same night sky that you pull along and sleep every night.
