She runs, in the sun, and on through the White Meadow
Chasing her future, the past now an echo
Solace is sought from the past days gone by
As she leaps through the Meadow and up to the sky.
Reaching the river, where the water flows on,
She skips over the rocks, and in moments she’s gone.
She’s at one with Nature, and sets herself free,
Heading towards who she needs to be.