Runaway Girl


The branches of the apple trees
And the fields of waving gold
Dance to the soft song of the breeze
And whisper a story now of old
They say there once was a girl
Who long sought to be free
She gave up all gold and pearls
To live among the mountains and trees
Dandelions and clover crown her head
Nature is her only home
The verdant grass provides her bed
She sleeps at dusk and at daybreak roams
This land is hers to explore, the sun her only guide
For now, freedom is hers upon the lonely hillside.

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