An Ode to My Younger Sisters

Sing, little girl, sing.
For now you sing only innocent rhymes.
Dance, little girl, dance.
For in you movement your beauty shines.
Pretend, little girl, pretend.
For the world can be yours if you wish it.
Believe, little girl, believe.
For if you don't you might miss it.
Dream, little girl, dream.
For in doing so you can escape.
Draw, little girl, draw.
For there are no limits to what you create.
Wish, little girl, wish.
For you might find your shooting star.
Never, little girl, ever
Stop being yourself or forget who you are.