I See You

Let go of your woes little ones for I see you,
Sitting amidst natures panoply of
Warbling birds, gentle cattle in verdant fields and the babbling brook.

Let go of your woes little ones for I see you,
Your clothes, home to many a darn have seen better times.
Your hands, old before their time,
Still play a lilting ballad on cherished instrument,
For farthings that can be spared.

Let go of your woes little ones for I see you,
Faces serenely lit, as you soak in the warmth of a vernal sun,
A fragile butterfly takes its cue from you, and rests from its fluttery flight.

Let go of your woes little ones for I see you.
Your itinerant journeying is almost over,
You have reached your destination.
A double bow, set against a watery granite sky,
Portends a double portion of blessings indeed.