She stands before you
As does a red sky at dusk
That tells of a new day
Her red tresses speak of a new voice
The audience is drawn to her hand
and then to her eyes
Green as emeralds
Facets emoting to the many faces before her
The play begins
And all to soon ends
The applause is spontaneous
And as a cloak covers all
Granddaughter
Bravo
Fly little bird
Pursue your passion