Child of the nature

Oh nature’s child
I hope you are fine
There’s a mild storm
Your hair is sworn

Daughter of the sun
Maternal thirst
You were the first
Never became a nun

Red sprinkles
You ask for more
Looking for a shore
Led by a single

Child of the nature
Your aura is wild
Moving tiles up’n’down
Creator’s pretty child

Time is enough
and Rousseau is there
This place in here
Over time tomorrow