In a classroom by the roadwayThis shy beginner stoodJust waiting for someoneTo call her name.She was a brand new blossomLost in a brand new placeJust too timid to revealHer lovely face.Her yellow curls were tightly combedHer skirt of green was pressedJust a few short days tillShe'll be teacher's pet.

Bright treasurePulsing like wildfireBy the pasture gate,Drawing paper-white pawns And black knights,Butterflies to your orange rooks.Butterfly milkweed.

When a  little girl finds music,Her world opens, expands,Her fingers find:New paths to wander down,New roads to dream along.New corridors to explore,New passageways to tomorrow.