In a circle they sat,
The young ones listening,
Listening to a story.
I looked at them all
And then I saw them.
A little girl leaned over,
Leaned her head
Onto the lap of a little boy,
He gently lifted his arm
And placed it around her
Keeping her comfortable
As they heard the words.
A sign of trust in the young,
And showing us all the age,
The age of innocence.