Lucy

They let the sand slip through their hands,
the sisters who went walking,
along the shore
to gather more
grains while they were talking.
 
What did they say
Oh, while the day  
slid by without them knowing?
The youngest one
had told no-one
a-following, she was going.
 
Her footprints light on forest floor
Lucy went and wandered
off the trail
while nightingales
chirped and tried to warn her.
 
"Ah, dear young babe
you won't be saved
from what we see is coming--
it sits and gloats
beyond the copse,
waiting, watching, humming!"
 
And while the others did their chores
Lucy kept on going,
gliding through the summer haze
as minutes ticked on into days,
and years would follow, flowing.
 
Alas, alas, it's come to pass!
The birds, they started calling
"She's gone to where
it's called 'no-where'!"
Her mother's tears, are falling.
 
"My child, my girl!
Where in this world
have you met your end!"
The mother's cry
soars to the sky--
forever on the wind.