she had a song
in her heart
she just could spit out
the words
wouldn’t form
the lyric
didn’t rhyme
she forgot the chorus
but didn’t mind

spent her day
in a flowered field
dreaming of
birds
bees
and tumble weeds
inhaling the perfume
listening
to the nightingale’s tune
a sweet melody
that stuck

her smiling attitude grew
a need to spread the vibe
in an innocent way

strolling away
whistling dixie