A young girl with a lamb on soft pillows of hay
Dressed in pink and blue jeans with a questioning smile
Is the purest of symbols of innocent grace.
In the nest of her destiny, giving embrace
To a friend of the same heart, time spent is worthwhile.
Culture benefits from watching children at play.
Many tests of existence may come. Well prepared
Is the one with support of the world at her back.
Need she worry the least about what is to come?
Or should she remain youthful and play somewhat dumb
Like the women who nurture her… People who lack
Ancient wisdom that long ago women once shared?
Precious are the disciples whom we have ordained
In the midst of our interests and hopes and dreams
Of a better tomorrow for those living then.
Present times are what I pray won’t happen again.
Decency is the solvent to dissipate schemes
So that faith in a kinder world can be maintained.
There’s a strong bond between the young girl and the lamb.
Both indulge in simplicity. Nothing complex
Can the absence of strategy monopolize.
Honesty for its own sake does not win a prize.
Any other behavior no good one expects.
Knowing just how to be is to know who I am.