On humanities beach, was an footling grain of sand
a child undesired and unplanned
discarded and forgotten unable to understand
A little barefoot girl, smudged with red dirt,
chestnut eyes wide and alert,
her cheeks showing dried tracks of fear, and hurt
her dark brown hair tangled from the wind
her little blouse, from wear, torn and pined
in her head she wondered how she\'d sinned
Frightened, she stood a solitary specter,
hiding behind her only protector,
one of many rocks strewn over this sector
As the sun melted behind the forest, green and hilled,
the tide of night began to build
Shadows lengthened, darkened and chilled.
Clasping her tiny arms about her chest and hugging tight
as a blizzard of stars from the west grew from the first pinpoint of light,
she shivered, then quivered, fading into the blackness, out of sight.