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