spinning girl spinning
she loves the dew between
her toes she loves the white
sky hiding the world
from her eyes
spinning spinning
she loves how her mind dances
while her body spins
to a separate melody
arms out she closes her eyes
she loves being a bird a princess
a fairy and a dandelion seed
in the wind
spinning girl spinning girl
she’s not bothered by the green
stains or her hair blowing
in her face she’s not
bothered by time
passing she’s not bothered
by the world
existing beyond her fingertips
spinning girl spinning
spinning out-of-control
unabashedly spinning
spinning
