A young girl sings herself

Her ballad dances in the rythm of the breeze

Child, is what her mother called her, was soon ordered back to the house

Dancing still, the breeze slowly paces itself

Everything seems to slow down as she walks home.

From the time she left the forest, nothing felt the same

God, she could never match the feeling nature brought her

Had she been much older, she would have had the freedom to roam

If she was perhaps older, she would have spent every second with the breeze she remembered so intricately

Just then, her mother brought her back to reality

Kids had no freedom to roam back to those woods, is what she yelled

Lame.

Maybe just once more… and she would understand…

No was always the answer.

Once though, she caught a glimpse of the feeling

Peppermint fresh breeze blew past

Quaking, the girl made her way home

Reguardless, crying in her room never made her sadder

Sadness brought her the comfort of the breeze

To others, it was inexplicable. But she knew.

Unless another had felt the breeze that day, no one would understand.

Very sad, is what she was.

When the end of her life came, she thought of the day in the woods

X-ray is what she was, see through.

You know that feeling that is so constant it sticks forever

Zelda found that feeling with her more often than not, and the breeze always brought her back.