Mystery twirl continued...

Her smile itself is a beam of light, into the wind the acorn takes flight. The acorn was once a token of inspiration, but now she chases the mystery of the sun's radiation. She dances and moves to the sound of the sun, she leaps and skips in the spirit of fun. New inspiration upon her dawns, at the past delight she yawns. Moving upward into the sky, with her spirits gay and high, she learns to sing a new song and her hands move to the sound of her tune. sweet nothings whispered and she swoon. ribbons shine on her dainty ankles, smiling, content, happy and thankful.