I see a boy running in the open field,
A smile of joy playing on his lips.
His chubby cheeks are a blooming pink,
As he licks berry-stains off his finger-tips.
So he keeps running, on and on,
Amidst the trees and flowers that bloom.
Only the sight of this beautiful child
Can dispel the shadows of impending gloom.
He bounds with delight, from here to there,
Not a care in the world, nor a tear in his eye.
When he sees the birds, he laughs in mirth,
They chirp in reply before flying high.
But wait! There’s something else I see
A trap it is, set just beyond a rock.
I try to cry out but it is too late,
The boy is already jumping off the rock!
And then I hear a cry of despair
Which escapes the lips of the innocent child.
I just stare at him, tears in eyes,
Oh, how I wish I could help the poor child!
The cries die away as I emerge from my dream,
Then dawns on me the meaning of it.
Freedom is a beautiful gift from God,
Look at the suffering and learn to cherish it!