December

December
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-Tyson B. Troxel
-August 2009


I hear a baby crying
Somewhere in the distance
Far off in the woods.
Taking his 1st breaths.
He knows no temptation.
No troubles.
He dosn't know how deep the river is.
Where is his mama?
Does she not hear his cries?
Where is papa?
He is all alone.
And I cannot reach out to him.

I see a yong babe.
Naked and alone.
Surroubded by the wooded trees.
Laughing, as he plays alone.
Eating berries, oh so ripe.
Splashing in the water
Knowing nothing of time
I cannot cross over
Where is his true love?
Does he not hear the music?
Or see the fairies,
Singing him to sleep.

Little boy, running all alone.
I am calling out your name
Trying to warn you
Wanting to hold your hand
Needing to guide you home
Hear him laughing
Fairies dancing around him
Trees swaying his troubles away
He goes on rambling
Never hearing my call
Knowing no fear
The calm is his love.