I've wanted to write a poem in Najarin's POV and I finally did. Enjoy!
You were so young and full of life
And oh how you were just like my deceased wife.
You two loved the season known as summer
Both of you loved to discover
Things whether old or new.
You brought joy to our village in times of strife
As you played so perfectly on your mother's fife.
But you do take after me and not all from your mother.
You look just like me, your father
Like me, you will always pursue
Answers within this world brimful of life.
And now you're gone, just like my wife.
Like your mother you were like no other
And now I have lost you both and I wonder if you are together.
I wish I only knew.