Some more poetry...
When my heart grows weary And my sould takes flight From the dull and dreary Of the darkest night There's a voice I hear A voice of love Bringing hope so dear Sent from above And the depths of despair From the point of the low Become heartfelt care That a child could know For a child is simple A child is so kind Each smile and each dimple Inquisitive mind Open heart and restless soul So much to learn from the young, little foal So much to be found When the times grow tough Each sight, smell and sound Is barely enough Except when they come From the gentle and mild Sweet little hands Of a precious child. ❤️