With a trust so complete
And a love so full,
Little ones show life
In a new view.
Little hands to hold,
Little eyes that shine,
Everything is brand new
And all comes alive.
Flowers become a crown,
And sheets a cape;
A branch becomes a sword,
And trees a lively escape.
All too soon
Flowers and sheets,
Trees and branches
Are seen just as these.
Trust and love
Still abide,
Though littleness
Has gone goodbye.
2007-05-30
10:48:09
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