Tiny head fits palmed
bright grey eyes gleam in wonder
Nothing can scare yet
Feet cannot hold ground
Crying until squeezed to chest
Peace come from safety
Small fingers reach hand
Tight curls around one thick thumb
Old grin guides in dark
The mountain towers
Tools provided: map, foot light
Secret work of love
Lost climb, the fall tempts
Wisdom's voice for open ears
Strength for more than stone
Above sight peak looms
Chance's myth begins to reign
Storm brews against hope
Slip and fall to stone
Tears hide in the rain drops splash
Hand lifts to standing
Abandoned no child
Palm covers necessity
Fingers grown still reach
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