The Children Of The Spirits Poem by Seyi Ojenike

The village mourns the loss of a child,
Taken by the spirits to their realm wild,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.

But sometimes they return to the earth's mild,
As spirit children, pure and undefiled,
The village mourns the loss of a child.

They come to live among us for a while,
And bring with them blessings that are piled,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.

Their laughter and play, so unrestrained,
Bring joy to the hearts that have been pained,
The village mourns the loss of a child.

But when the spirits come to claim their child,
They must return to the realm they once defiled,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.

Yet we know they'll come back again,
As spirit children, pure and without stain,
The village mourns the loss of a child,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.