Beauty

I was born in a little place
Where the sun sings like a bell
me, just a little child
butI had a pretty face

The warmth of summer filled my fate
As the river horses ran into myself
And all I heard was the rains delayed

A place where nights fall quick
And stars shine still bright
And the grass grows green
Because the world is mean
Is that only in places like this
Where the sky is blue and the moon is new
That I can really think of you

By Luz