Ripples, don’t disturb these clear waters.
Clouds, don’t blemish my pale blue skies.
Frowns, don’t ever fall upon these two lips.
Nightmares, don’t burst these children’s peace.
Their inner tube protects them from the depth,
But also from the myriad troubles of the world.
They float in peace, these two happy little boys,
Both exceedingly different and only met days before.
One of whom, a child fleeing from a savage civil war,
The other a pale-faced tourist on his summer holiday.
Both from very different paths, but yet ever so trusting;
Trusting enough to share an inner tube in a quiet bay.