Whoever
Whoever walks the golden earth and knows the beauty of water,
she cries all day sometimes for what she has seen
Whoever understands the arts and can see her reach out her arms to help those most in need
The river of the Angel is locked in a prison that opens only for those with the key
The key is old and rusty like the sunset on the sand
and if Whoever doesn’t help the river she will never see light again
Unless Whoever sets off on a journey to find the age-old key
because when Whoever opens the rusted lock
she can set the angel free!
- Emily Buck