In a field of yellow and green
amongst the sand and dirt, serene
golden faces smile there, unseen
a quiet dream, a quiet dream.
Vibrant, been this way since thirteen
poet of the ether, she's keen
and a story-telling machine
behind the screen, behind the screen.
Determined, both caught in-between
heaven and earth, beauty obscene
flowers tall, the girl getting lean
both quite citrine, both quite citrine.