I was a child,
and you, an injured swan,
resting by the lake I skipped stones on.
My parents didn't notice when I took you in.
Children don't have much,
but I thought that all I had was enough
To heal you.
So, under the cover of night,
I wrapped my sleeves around your wounds
And you wrapped your wings over mine.
But everyone knows that mere children
Cannot care for a living being
All by themselves -
All by myself.
And my tiny room was nothing
Compared to the skies and lakes
That you loved.
They say children are observant -
at least I saw your sadness,
so I took you
Back
To the lake where we first met
and there I told you
To fly.
I was a child,
and you, a graceful swan,
soaring from the lake I skipped stones on.