There is little light
Deep in this forest
The lost child is full of fright

Running in terror
He fights the grasping trees
An exposed root trips him
Knocking the child to his knees

Blinded by his pain
he crawls into a clearing
All he wanted was to win the game
He weeps, rocking himself to sleep

Warmth on his face
Reveals the sun is shinning
He glances up to see a dragon studies him
The dragonís beauty is frightening

In his mind the dragon speaks
"You have but to follow this trail to be home
Follow it and your fear will flee"
Weeping with relief he followed the dragon home

Wendi Hirschy-Boutwell
February 1998