Innocence

There stood in a garden, a child sweet and fair
watching some fruit that hang ripening there.
two anxious angels were watching up above:
one gazing in hatred, the other for love.

the child never dreamed that the angels were there
he just longed for the fruit, so rich and so rare
~how i would like that big apple so red,
but i cannot forget what my dear mother had said:
"that doing things i'm forbidden to do,
would make me unhappy and grieve her heart too."

"take it!" the dark angel whispered "and eat it.
it is not very often you get such a treat,
there's no one to see you and no one to tell."
so up went a hand, it could reach the fruit well.

but the child paused and said as he smiled:
"i'll not be a thief, i'll be a good child."
the rustling sound stirred the soft summer air.
one angel was gone but the other was still there.

the angel of darkness has taken it's flight.
the child was alone with the angel of light.
in this little story we plainly can see,
an everyday story for you and me.

`this was one of my homeworks during high school
^__^