Down a dusty path in morning’s glow, Where golden fields and daydreams grow, A barefoot child with tousled hair Walks without hurry, without a care.
Beside him strides a swan so white, Like grace itself in morning light, And toddling close with gentle pace A plush companion, soft with grace.
No fear resides, no need to hide, The world is good, the sky is wide. No judgment passed, no bitter test, Just trust, and wonder, and time to rest.
The fence leans low, the grass bends near, The trees hum songs that only they hear. Each step a story, each laugh a hymn, Each breath a prayer, sincere and dim.
Oh, let us keep what time will steal The faith that all the world can heal. For in the heart of this sweet scene, Lies all we’ve lost—and all that’s clean.
📖 “Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” – Matthew 18:3
