A perfect still of trees and hills
Hangs there on the wall
The colors swirl around the girl
Who doesn't move at all
Such a light, tears through the night
Crafted in the dark
It's just the girl who stands before the world
In this pictured park
She stands there with ribbons in her hair
As if she doesn't care
Facing the sky without a thought as to why
She walks on clouds of air
Shining rays flood through the haze
Around her skin so fair and
Everything that's beautiful and musical is there
It's all tied up in her hair