Pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat
Feet scurrying up the path.
One foot slips in front of the other
Articulately dodging weeds and
Smooth, brown stones that catch the sun's light.
Sunlight outlines the edges of her hair and dress.
Like shimmering water from the sky
It covers eerything.
Pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat
Her pink dress flaps against her legs,
And brown ponytail bounces with each step.
She runs and runs past
All the long grasses and red tulips
Racing toward some brightly-lit gate,
Some inviting entrance
To a place where girls can be themselves
Beneath the airy blue sky.
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