A perfect symbol for the age,
the giant human universe compressed
into the tiny package of a girl
with bright brown eyes and long, neat braids.
A tardis with a fitted auto-lock,
She keeps her secrets sealed up tight
until she first explores the lot,
and then reveals the ones she thinks just might
now make the world a better place;
might guard the good, prevent its fall,
might grant to friends a sense of grace,
release new songs into the hall.
The music codifies what’s known.
The seasons change; the seeds are sown.
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