She sits by the brook
Peacefully listening to
The wind whisper to thetrees
(Her mother tells her she's too quiet)
When she walks by
And the birds will eatout of herhand
(Her brother tells her she has no friends)
As she dances
Among thechipmunks gathering acorns
In the wetgrass
(Her father tells her to come inside and dry off)
Jump into the car and drive
Tomeetings and appointments
She climbs atree.
(Shethinks the birds are more interesting)
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.