I know of a girl
She is a sweet smiling child
She is one of a kind.

Royal into the soul
So very rare and hard to find
A pride from a tribe.

Like irons to magnets
She is a beauty to harns…
Magic and charms;

Natural in looks
No foundation yet a true-
-image for a frame;

To hold not to release
Like religion and believe…
Not darken, not fair

When she vocalizes
Tranquility comes to air
Energizing stare.

Adaobi is the name
It means, daughter of a king….
The flying birds sing.