Little girl down at the beach,
She loves to watch the seagulls
Because their flight of white on blue
Makes her think of parents, who are gone but free,
Lifted away from beaches of broken trust and sad sand.
She sends her spirit up with them,
Cares made light by salty breezes,
And wonders if this world of seagulls and blue mirrors
Could be hers one day, is hers already,
Hidden away and waiting to be found.
She loves to watch the seagulls,
Little girl down at the beach.
