A deserted playhouse stands still in the yard
With green grass growing all around
There is a trodden path
Leading up to
And away from
This place
Wreaking of fallen hopes and lost dreams
It stands here, with fading hues
Against the rising sun
This playhouse harvested a child
And her hopes, and her dreams
And time led her away from here
And bid her let go of her fantasies
And it brought her to the light
Today she rises with the sun
Illuminating playhouses of other worlds
So that there may be less hope lost
So that she can bid them stay
So that she can watch them play
A little while longer
And every so often she will look back
At where she was
And what she had
And wish it was more
Until she looks at her future--
She is on the rise