He sat arms folded around dirtied knees

The little boy who lived amongst the trees.

Snot bubbled from his nose

Looking awkward in ill-fitting clothes.

Running from his eye a long streak

Clearing grime from dirtied cheek.

Hair too long partially covered face

Looking down at his shoe without lace.

A rip meandered from his right pocket

Eyes set deep in hungered socket.

Hands covered in hardened mud

Little boy looking not as little boys should.

Unwashed hair held many a burr

As little boy rested against mighty fir.

Scrawny arms protruded from colourless shirt

Face too old showing a life of hurt.

Little boy sat resting in the shade

As daylight slowly began to fade.

Eyes that caught little boy quickly turned

His soul on theirs for ever burned.

And when those eyes turned for a second look

A story they forever took.

For the little boy had faded away