The Fool
He always listened, hardly spoke a word
He heard everything but was hardly heard
Advice he never gave, counsel he never sought
“Good or bad, it`ll all soon pass”, he thought
All in one – newborn babe, man, woman, and child
With eyes wide open, in his innocence he was wild
A gentle warrior animated by glorious grace
Life was a gift he`d gratefully, blindly embrace
Animated by a breath of heavenly heat and fire
He`d never tire to aspire higher and higher
He was of the sun – and a son of heaven
Hardships, strife, adversity were to him leaven
Head in the clouds, feet hardly touching the ground
Looking up, oblivious to the world around
When he ran out of ground he’d walk on air
Follow him you fools, if you dare
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