Suns opaque shyness
It was one of those grey days
Everything was sad
Even the wind moaned
Melancholy, boisterous no more
Mature in mourning
There's always hope though
Laughing child and nimble lamb
May give us all hope
Mankind offends all
Mountains crumble and seas weep
Yet children still play
Lay me down to rest
Sure that a little one sees
Path to the future
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Being able to be child and play is the greatest hope - and a wonderful one to pass on to the next generation
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children always make us see true beauty and hope
I love the freshness on insight the little ones bring with them as we all fall into the future.
ReplyDeleteI love the strength of the second Haiku Stanza, 'Even the wind moaned' wonderfully done!
ReplyDeleteYes, children are delightful. They only know hope.
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