She has been moving
From the past to the future
With a guitar, a pen,
And her story
She sings
She writes
She paints
She acts
She grows, but don't get old
She has been collecting
Data of the nature
And her own nature, too
So the tip she knows
Talent shows
Youth is kept
As a song, a paint, or a film
When I see her face
I would like to say
"Hey, what's next?"