As silent as a shadow,
For never they shall see,
The beauty of the meadow,
A silver memory.
Strength of untold tries,
Hidden deep inside,
A little girl of emerald eyes,
Her rules you shall abide.
“Why,” they ask, “and how?
A young one of no utterance,
Could rule the world of now,
Especially without compliance?”
“Strength,” they say without a doubt,
“Strength beyond her years!
For hardships she had been about,”
As time grows ever near.
Yet as this young one, fearful,
Strives to get away,
She fears and lets her power dull,
But never gone they say.
“Help!” she