All in a golden afternoon,

Under the skies of cloudless blue.

I look up to see clouds like balloons

And baboons.

Oh what a silly thing life is

All meetings and living to work.

Why,

I want to work so I can live

Or just not work at all!

What a sad thing life could be

If I wasn’t a child forever.

I will be, you see

Because I willed myself to just stop!

Stop growing up.

The clouds stay moving but I am frozen.

The sun continues to shine

But I am still a girl in a tree

And I always will be.