Surely there have been stranger things,

Than to scale the stairs of high towers;

To miss the chance of being kings,

For a secluded tryst of few hours.

 

Undoubtedly there have been stranger things,

Than to float in emerald oceans for days;

To see the undersides of strong bird wings,

Through a rose-tinted, love-filled gaze.

 

Certainly there have been stranger things,

Than to ignore the currency of fools;

To brush aside the offer of golden rings,

For a look upon star-lit jewels.

 

There have been far stranger things,

Than to climb upon broken roofs;

To see the castles imagination brings,

Without any logical proofs.

 

There have been far stranger things,

Than to lay in the newly grown grass;

To hear the sounds a bird sings,

As familiar seasons come to pass.

 

To be a small girl in love with the sky,

The moon, the seas, and the stars;

To learn veiled truths of Helios' golden eye,

Of victories, loss, and wars.

 

To be a girl taught by the winds and the tides,

Lessons gained from Father Time;

To the reeds' sway of her short strides,

Of footsteps on adventures sublime.

 

To be such a girl with her head in the clouds,

There is little room left for greed;

Hatred, envy, sorrow, and malice are cowed,

Things of which humans have no need.

 

To be compassionate, kind, and caring,

Is what she aims for daily;

Though she can be erring,

She is unfettered, proud and free.

 

To see people as they are,

While keeping judgement low;

To acknowledge each and every scar,

While encouraging others to grow.

 

To accept the impending danger,

Of a sensation much more freeing;

There have been things far stranger,

Than to be a human being.