SHE FLED Days and weeks slipped by, And the Little Child with her dreams ran. On the endless Road of Adventure, With every step, she sang. She befriended the birds, She befriended the lambs. In her innocent, innocent world, Cobras didn't have fangs! Then dawned on her the dread of the night. Where would she hide herself? Where would she take her respite? Afraid was she on hearing the wolves howl, Who made these creatures, so furious, so foul? How would she escape from times of fear, When the tiger's growl was drawing so near! 'Think, O Little One, Think with all your might. All fear shall disappear If only you kindle the light.' Fire, she whispered, Fire is the key. Fire shall get me, Out of my misery! With strength and courage she kept on her fight, From start to end, she never lost her sprite. She relaxed in a cave after her long day, And thought of the miracle that had come her way. Did Fire speak to me? Did Fire itself guide me? She looked
little dreams of a wild child