Serena

Serena is from Thailand, smiling From within The diner she’s working where Her life never ends. From early in the morning Until the sun goes Down, Serena Moves like a ballerina All around…Missing Buddha back in Bangkok Where she once ran and played Ring around the friends she found and made. Serena is from Thailand, where Goodness grows on trees. (And I landed once and picked the fruit Devouring all I pleased). On a sandy beach where she did sleep And dreamed of days ahead, before Our paths connected, we were led… Magically, magnetically, marvelously made Miraculous, mysterious she conveyed: All the warmth of heaven With a sigh of deep chagrin Leaving me to think that There will never be another sweet Serena, Again.