The Love Child

All was silent and utterly still In the moon's glow, all looks beautiful Neither mouse nor mole could stir the calm That rested over the simple African farm Two young heads bent in earnest prayer One of them dark andthe other fair Soft whispers, a quiet Amen The soft scratching of an ink pen Underneath the star studded sky Runs a child, graceful and ply In the moonlight, over rocks of old No one there to punish or scold The messed up child, or angel's voice Many names,a singlechoice A lamb, a darling, the devil's own The poor lost orphan without a home Protected by the greatest of them all Friends with all things great and small Show no pity to mothernature's love child Let him be free, he belongs to the wild