And so on this day
A poem, shall have she
For promises stand
And our word, but are we
When darkness shall fall
Worry not, she’ll beguile
And light up the room
With naught but a smile
From nowhere she stamps
She spins and she stirs
Painting life’s purpose
The blims and the blurs
Once she is found
There’s happiness, rife
So much beauty to follow
Whilst creating a life
Not yet is she known
But the idea is clear
Perhaps you shall meet
Or have met yesteryear
‘Twas time that this dream
Seemed far from today
Yet love and adventure
Lie just down the way
How the World Should Work 