• Darkness sweeps the world clean
    enveloping the light.
    The light appears to shrink
    as day turns into night.
    The sunlight on the meadow
    which makes the world green
    Turns the happiness to fear
    and woodland creaturs into fiends.

    A slow, but steady lantern
    waves alone through the fog
    Lets out a slow, fading light
    that really lessens up the grog
    The lantern grows brighter
    as its owner climbs the slope
    The figure continues on
    walking with confidence, faith, and hope.

    As the silouette reaches the climax,
    a small cottage at the peak,
    it stumbles to the front door
    its stature appears weak.
    The nighttime's dark
    seems to suffocate the earth
    and rain that's about to come
    seems to spell rebirth.

    The figure, an elderly man,
    sets himself upon the front rail
    The front door opens
    and a child walks out, looking small and frail.
    She walks out with a match
    and strikes it on the side.
    The elder stranger hears
    and he attempts to hide.

    The miniscule child calls a greeting,
    an unheard hello.
    The elder has vanished;
    where he is, no one knows,
    but as he twists around
    to see if he's been tailed,
    he views a small, insignificant spark
    it's purpose did not fail.

    The small flame in the darkness
    or the child to the man,
    Everybody has a purpose
    and everybody has a fan.
    A small grain of sand
    to the largest mountain in the world
    Everybody and everything is significant,
    even if purpose is not unfurled.