Idyllic Studies

With arms outstretched, the small girl said,
Look, look what I made for you!
Here it is, take it.
It’s beautiful, and I made it.

You took it in your hands, cradling it softly,
But it was alight, burning so brightly.
It scorched your hands, seared your skin,
Awakening a deep fear within.

You tore it up, threw it on the ground,
The love of this sweet child of mine.
Then away you went, without a trace,
Leaving her alone, standing in place.

I take the girl’s hand, turn to her and say,
Don’t you cry, it will be okay.
Off we walk, towards the sun,
Hand in hand, we are one.