A Lullaby Song

In the warm listless summer nights, Oppressive heat hangs, heavily on the skin. The evening brings a lullaby song, As darkness fades, into the African nights. The morning brings a cool freshness, Awakening, a new dawn, Bringing forth a new day. The heart lies heavy at the sight within. In the half baked sun, glowing with gold, A stark contrast between heaven and earth. Children in desperate need ,of human touch. Each day begins with a bit of hope. God sends his love, on the distant beat, of African drums. For these little ones who have no voice, Little ones born with no choice, Hope comes on the words of a lullaby song. Help comes, in the form of loving hands, Knowledge from distant lands. The evening brings a new lullaby song. For some, medical help has been way too long. They take the lungs and breathe new life. They will take the hand of the weary. They will raise the battered shields, Bringing hope for a new tomorrow. 9/30/2010 written for Pat Myron