The Lonely Child

The clouds whizzed past, as l looked upon

The birds up high, the blazing sun

The stream beneath, the hills above

The playing child, the sweetest dove

The sun is warm, the sky is bright

The rays beam down, from dawn till night

The men have gone, the fields are bare

The child ran on, without a care

The clouds grew dark, as l looked upon

The birds up high, the fading sun

The stream was small, it wasn't deep

The child could cross, with one small leap

The wind blew hard, the night grew near

The child ran fast, as dark brought fear

The light has gone, the child was home

The child was held, no more alone