Sweet little boy

with sycamore-scraped knees

welling up with heartache

for the summer honey bees

 

You are an ocean

free to rush barren land

and nourish outreached hands

as you muddy up the sand

 

 

You are a rain cloud

free to blanket towns

and clean the homes of dust and soot

as you come pouring down

 

You are a shower

free to warm chilly skin

and cradle broken bodies

to let them feel again

 

Sweet little boy

with sycamore-scraped knees

welling up with heartache

for the summer honey bees

 

You are free

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