The Lost Child

Down the path the child walked,

Easily distracted, the child took detours

With no goal to speak off, she wander endlessly

Once she wandered into confusing darkness

But with a tiny light as guide, she continue down her path

Her path was always dimly lite and no light brighten it any further

There might have been a bright light that illuminate the path,

but like fireworkm it disappear in twinkling shower

Sometimes, the child would follow the gentle urging

Until the urging fade away like wind

She continue to wander down the path.

making stops here and there

Until she found a special light that seem right for her

And when she touched it, the path brighten

illuminating the guidepost that showed her the way