The Estranged Child

The Sun lit by the push of a button
Some still alive, some already died
In this war between spring and summer
Only tea leaves and ice cream are the winners

And their soft heads, of former foreign yellow
Tell a story of becoming ancient old
And now glow in the noon flitter of dust
Beside the park bench's old red rust

The child plays with fire - made of words
And puts them out with gentle songs
Only known to far gone lonely birds
The songs which made the world turn

Everyone silent, they all wonder now
What is to become of this strange child
Who cares not for the comforts of fantasy
Yet closes its eyes before is ready to see

See what? you might query
Something new, silly and a bit dreary
The rise of a new prismatic hymn
There before unknown to him

The hymn sounds as if you and me
Never heard any melodies
And were trying to create
For this child, a new mate

It was the sound of hope and trust
Which broke the barricades of yesteryear
It's now on each and every one of us
To surrender us to this thing most dear

A child born of the universe and naïve fear