Greta

Her playground, her courtyards are out of this world

You can realign light, but you can't tame the girl

And her eyes are the size of lagoons

All dreaming wild

In the morning, the universe shines from under her skin

The delicate pattern of places she's been

Her baby days coiled up inside her like ribbons all tied

Greta, be good to yourself

For goodness sake

You existed in moonlight before you were born

On the turn of each calendar, inside and outside

Observatories clocked you in stars

They were holding so dear

Greta, be good to yourself

You've always been here