by Gabriel Kage

Created on: August 29, 2008

Innocence

The oak tree in the child's yard did stand
So tall that it appeared to touch a cloud.
He thought to climb the tree would be quite grand.
If he could touch the sun he'd be so proud.
He wasn't scared to brave the tree and climb.
For if he fell a cherub would appear
To take him in its arms and keep him fine
And put him safely down all void of fear.
Then on one day he tried to climb the oak.

How would it be to finally reach the sky!
But at the top the branch was thin and broke.
Not scared, the little boy let out no cry.
His mother ran to where his body lay.
She reached him then stopped dead there at the sight.
He looked so peaceful smiling in a way
That let her know that all would be alright.
The child rose and looked back at the tree.
He smiled at his mom and calmly said,
"I touched the sky mom did you look and see
The angel who doth now the green earth tread?"
He pointed, and they saw from where they stood
A figure whiter than the winter snow.
It disappeared into the distant woods.
The earth was still and ceased the wind to blow.
The child's eyes so innocent and free
Had in his mother's soul lighted a flame.
Enlightened now she started to believe
That faith is more than just a child's game.
Amazing is the virtue of a child.
It lets him view the world in such a way
That everything is calm and meek and mild.
There's nothing more important than to play.
Grown old, we see the flaws of such a case.
Beliefs and dreams are wastes of precious time,
But had he not believed in angels' grace
That seraph may have not to him been kind.

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