Of the green trees and roses red,
She sat on the bench and dreamt;
Thinking of the things unknown,
And a thousand possibilities to explore.
A brand new way to live her life,
And a brand new place to discover;
Oh! cheers to the newfound friends,
And a sad adios to the old!
A fresh breath of air so crisp,
And a whole pound of snow;
A change on the scene to make her work,
Or was it just a tick-tack-toe?
Walking away from the home so far,
A question popped into her mind;
Is it a dream to conquer worthwhile,
Or running away was the motto behind!
Wondering over and over again in her head,
She felt utterly trapped and lone;
And just like that, she sat on the bench,
Thinking of the things unknown!