The Girl with Red Hair

The Girl with Red Hair Rain falls down from the sky, And down from the roofs, Into the soft ground, And down to the streams, And down to the rivers, And down steep mountains, Washing lush green valleys, Down to the deepest seas, And into bottomless oceans. A hard snow falls down, Down to a frozen ground, And down to bare trees, Covering a brown earth, In a hard white blanket, Laid down on the plains, And down on forest floor. A black night comes down, Icy, cold, and unwelcoming. Oh, but not you, never you, Why, with you it’s always up, Your long burning auburn hair, Shines up at the squinting sun, Your skin soaks up the rain, You laugh up at the moon, Our hearts rise up, entangled, Our limbs weaving, reaching, As a vine raising up to the stars.