The Death of a Child

Sun-dappled forest, flowers Blossom and new create shallow enough for her to Wade through a rabbit hops buy, friendly but free and joins her in the shade of a sweet apple tree crickets sing her lullaby, the clouds kiss her goodnight nothing here could harm her, nor could they cause a fright soft flowers, Moonlight, trees from which she swung such is the heaven of a child that died too young