The moon was a pearl in the dark blue sky,
While the clouds passed through,
She kept her hopes up,
Despite the harsh cold of the night,
Her journey was long,
To go through the thickest part of the forest,
She tucked her hand inside her warm clothes,
And held that little bag,
The she always took with her,
A little more hill, a bit longer,
She uttered to herself
Words so stale and dry
When a little house was sighted,
Not to far away,
A little tap and a little knock,
The door opened and a woman stood,
Tears adorned her,
To greet the hasty healer,
She entered the dark house,
Only enlightened by the fire,
That burned bright to the corner,
Where sadness was filled,
A little boy, all covered up inside,
A pale face popped out to see,
Eyes the colour of the ocean, skin as pale as snow,
Hot with fever from head to heels,
She sat down beside him,
Silently glancing back at the parents behind,
As they held each other tight,
Opening her bag, full of herbs,
The aroma filled the room,
Taking each one, carefully,
A little mix and a little stir,
And the portion was ready,
The wide eyes watched, as she slipped it to the boy,
Until the boy closed his eyes,
She sat back and awaited the long wait,
Time passed so quickly,
The sun shown brightly the next day,
Through the window of the house,
On to the boy that laid still,
The healer watched with hope,
Prays that she usually neglected,
Came out like the rushing tear drops,
But as time went, so did hope,
As she only knew, she was too late,
She stood with a heavy heart,
A hand grabbed her by the dress,
Only to see the boy smiling back,
Bright as the stars on a clear day,
As if by sheer joy, the house lightened up,
As the parents rejoiced with kisses and hugs,
To see once again their darling little joy,
While the healer silently watched,
And slipped through the doors,
With a smile of thanks,
And tears of joy,
To who ever it was that brought back
A soul to the world again.
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