Two little sisters, side by side,
Three and one, with steps so wide.
Through towering trees, so lush and grand,
They wandered deep, hand in hand.
Butterflies danced in colors bright,
Their wings aglow in golden light.
The girls gave chase with gleeful cheer,
As laughter rang so pure and clear.
The sunlight flickered through the trees,
A gentle whisper in the breeze.
They traced the streams, they climbed the stones,
Their hearts so light, their world their own.
But soon the sky turned dim and gray,
The golden hues all slipped away.
The trees grew tall, the paths unclear,
And in the dark, crept silent fear.
Their tiny hands now clenched so tight,
As shadows swallowed all the light.
They called for Mama, soft yet strong,
But only echoes sang along.
Then through the night, a voice so sweet,
A mother’s song, a hurried beat.
She held them close, so warm, so tight,
And led them home by moon’s soft light.
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