The little one and her elder.

she sits alone
a wide world around her
She sits in the dark
everything a constant blur

Its for the little one I write
When the world is dark
I can show her its depths
When the world is light
I can show her its mysteries

She hobbles down the cobbled path
Her aged body shaking
she hobbles with age
having been so far her body is quaking

Its for the elder I write
When the world is dark
I can show her she's not alone
When the world if light
I can show her the beauty is still there

They fly together
Up the clear blue sky
The fly with new found sight
Leaving the fogginess behind

Its for them that i write
When the world is dark
I can explain all the horrors
When the world is light
I can explain all the wonders

I sit with them
The little one enlightened
I sit with them
Her elder brightened

Its for the little one I right
When the world is dark
I bring light
Its for her elder I write
When the world is light
I bring thanks

So it is for the little one
SO it is for her elder
So it is for you
So it is for me
So it is for the world

that I write