And now you know the truth
my little one.
Of untold secrets,
on the wind

The omnipresent being
you have become
all too soon,
to begin again.

I do not see the souls
of creatures small
as any less
than you or I,

though my innocence
lost time and time ago,
theirs is sleeping still
'neath the noon day sun

Though they feel the pain,
they know not its name
yet know it's time to go.