Poetry #70: the fool and not the hero.

Finally, after
it all.
It was
the silly
little fool
that became
the hero.

The little
girl stopped
the rained.

It was
with her
beautiful voice
that echoed
lasting peace.

No one
listened to
her and
so she
always listened.

No one
was there
for her
when she
needs someone
and so
she would
be there
for anyone.

She was
never needed,
after all,
but she
made sure
she would
be there
where she
must be.

It was
the fool
who save
them all
and not
the hero.