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.