Little One

There is hope on the horizon,
a bright glowing red dot.
Its warm light surrounds all
and fear and sorrow dissipate
and make way for a feeling of belonging.
You welcome the ocean
as you are leaving the shores of birth,
on waves that carry you gently along.
A petal flowing down a calm river,
your final destination a thousand years ahead.
And then finally, as your roots take hold,
you'll find that you are home.
And when you do,
little one,
remember me.