I want you to know that all things are magical, even beans and bones. That when your heart meets your soul the stars will have a show!
That though things may be hard, and cut like a shard, you will peer through the looking glass, and know this will pass.
You will grow strong and wear your thong, proudly you will dance to your own song. We shall swing from a tree, listening to the bees.
It will grow dark, but only in the night. It will be the most incredible sight. We will look into the sky and watch the lightning bugs fly.
At the end of the eve you will be the woman I see. A woman with an eye, that sees into the sky. Able to provide for herself everything she needs.