'Honey don't go there'
But the boy tipped along.
Muffling a whisper
'I'll show her, she's wrong.'
...
A tree stands in the middle of a wilderness
Alone, its roots are deep
Shaking in the deep cold
Crackling as the winds blow.
...
There is a girl.
She has no name.
Whose song is sweet.
She has no blame.
...
He sat at her side.
And tugged at her skirt.
The waves in her ruffles
He swam in his hurt.
...
At my feet she lays
Curled as she breathes heavily.
She is just a big
...
My feet stood solid
In the crumbling sand.
Beneath me crashed waves
As he floated from land.
...
Little Boy
'Honey don't go there'
But the boy tipped along.
Muffling a whisper
'I'll show her, she's wrong.'
He was young.
Not even seven.
The river took him
And swept him to heaven.