Ps.8 Song of the child

Simplest song twinkles orbs of burning gas light,
From child breath flows a parent’s great delight.
While war is made and won in 10000 men refrain; 
Up to the top and half way down and down and up again. 
Pure song of innocence goes round and round;
the journey of a child to lay their worship crown.
To … who’s the king of the jungle, the sea, the universe, me?
Child bright surrendered joy and faith becomes a song that all will see.

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