a child sat on top of the grass one day,
their amulet beside them laid.
the day was cold,
it felt old,
and they wanted to say,
"I wish I hadn't been born this way."
with a shiver,
up they sat,
and with a sigh,
laid their back
once more against the grass.
the wind was cold-
it was thick!-
but of the day,
they were not sick-
for they wished to prolong it more.
and so once more
they laid again
closed their eyes
and count to ten
and dreamt of a world where they were right again.
a child sat on top of the grass one day,
their amulet beside them laid.
the day was cold,
it felt old,
and they wanted to say,
"I wish I hadn't been born this way."
with a shiver,
up they sat,
and with a sigh,
laid their back
once more against the grass.
the wind was cold-
it was thick!-
but of the day,
they were not sick-
for they wished to prolong it more.
and so once more
they laid again
closed their eyes
and count to ten
and dreamt of a world where they were right again.