Down past the Cypress trees, on yonder by the creek,
Underneath the shade of trees, but still in Summer’s heat,
Innocence pranced into the woods, on a quest for fun,
Hate slithered behind, seeing a chance for some,
The two danced and played, until Hate grew tired,
And at a moments notice, all of innocence’s innocence expired.
A push, a shove, a rope, a branch,
A mother’s cry saved a life by chance...
