INNOCENT CHILD

Innocent child,

Running wild

Round corners loose or tight,

Falling left or right.

Full of energy and guile,

Under skies stormy or mild,

Navigating the night,

Yet never feel the fright.

Taking a breather during the lull

And a second to mull.

For the prize is within sight,

If we pull with all our might.

Let’s return to the hull,

If there’s too much to cull.

The future’s burning bright.

2022 is at a comfortable height.