My cousin,
No words can really explain,
She is the flock of birds chirping away,
At the end of the moonlight
And at the beginning of a cold winter day.
She is the laughing that never stops
Basically the chatter-box
She is the wind,
Careless and free
She is my counselor
Always knowing what to say,
Yet she is the party,
Dancing the night away.
She is my teacher when I need her,
Yet not the smartest in class.
She is the leaf that won't go away,
No matter how hard the wind blows.
She is my cousin
And the best friend,
Anyone could or would ever ask for.
