Skin the colour of wheat
And eyes like a golden sunset
Hands like paint brushes
And a mind littered by the cosmos

An electric tune tugging my heart strings
My head is a bird in the clouds
Carried by the wind

Soaring high and low
Far and wide
In lands unknown
Territories uncharted

Searching for the right branch to perch upon
To sing its unknown melodious tune

And yet my heart remains
Still a child on the playground