The Mermaid

Swept away to the shore
by a gushing wind
Soft, tender, untouched,
lay the beautiful mermaid
Untouched by the generations
of evil minded humans
She was pure as the wind,
soft and clear
Yet she lay on the road
for everyone to see
She lay there for no one knows how long
before a child set eyes upon her
A child soft and tender,
just like her
The child had never seen a mermaid,
yet knew the truth
That she was as pure as the water
and the Wind
As she lay there gasping for water,
he brought a bowl of water for her
She didn't need the drop
for she wanted the ocean
Came another gushing wind
and she was swept back to the Ocean
The child grew to be a man
and still remembers the mermaid
He chances upon her now and then
yet no one believes him
It takes a pure heart to see the mermaid,
or God for that matter
For both of them
come only to a pure heart