The Photo

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