A child was sitting on a hill
Bare in body, pure belief
The world around was light, light
Sun was tearing through the night
forest on the left, green
Mountains on the right of him
River flowing through the hills
Wide, wide, the world in peace
houses, hanging from the trees
Above the pacing water lead
Smiling, shining, pure inside
Saw the night to lighten up
Felt a little poke inside
Sensed a sadness sense outside
His eyes, opened in piercing fright
Looked back, down the river side
Saw a boy, wounded and torn
Walking slowly to their roam
Tears in eyes and clothes were bleak
As he dropped, struggled to breathe
The child, fast as wind and wing
Ran the hill, down to that being
Reached him, touched his head, so calm
"who are you?" asked him like a charm
-"help me. Please." right as he cried
Tears burst out of little eyes
"They torn me, wound me, torn my clothes
Please, I want to go back home..."
The child smiled and calmly said:
"welcome home." and kissed his head