She wore bright ribbons in her curly hair,
and colorful sneakers upon her feet,
She tucked her pant legs into mismatched socks,
Annie, some viewed her behaviour as wild.
Those people would stare, perhaps unaware,
Annie's carefree manner masked her defeat,
For many Annie was a paradox,
Her family knew she was a special child.
If asked, Annie would say' I'm eight years old',
In her own way, she was and always would be,
It was if two decades had never been,
Annie was trapped in a world all her own.
Sweet sweet Annie, what a joy to behold,
Certain misconceptions always will be,
Dear Annie's a sunbeam upon fields of green,
While dancing in the rain of storms unknown.
She'll spend a lifetime, dancing,
in the rain, singing her song,
Searching a field entrancing,
her field where she might, belong.
Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge-
Required phrase dancing in the rain'
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