Softly sleeping the child waits.
The twinkle from their eye gone
And a smile no longer showing.
Play day has ended,
Friendships have come and gone,
Legs no longer run,
Arms still with flowers
In each hand.
A lid has closed from present day,
But a hole has opened
to a new world.
The dust is settling,
The tears are falling.
Grass does not grow
Where the child rests
And the flowers do not bloom.
The trees are still.
No one dares to breath,
Not even the wind.
Rain no longer brings life,
The sun doesn't rise,
The moon doesn't shine,
And days bleed to night.
The leaves do not change
And the brown all around
is suffocating.
For the life of the child has become
Out of season.
