Small children play
Beaneath our hung heads.
Future firefighters and ballet dancers
Leaves crunch beneath our feet
once flowing with life
The wind frames our faces
So why are our minds in the mud?
Music dances all around us
Should we smile and take its hand
The cadence that breaks open our eyes to the world
We cannot shut it out
The beauty that covers death
We can let it in our doors
Which swing wide shut every night,
locked to the darkness of the earth
A new morning
A new breath in the lungs of every being
Shaping our lives, hope is restored
In the reflection of every tear
In the depth of every hug
In the warmth of every kiss
In the taste of every smile
Watching the world pass by like a merry go round
Why do we reach out to stop the children from jumping on?
The ride is the adventure.
We cannot hesitate for success.
We cannot pass by each opportunity.
We cannot deny each of us, as children,
The desire for a new day,
A new adventure.
Author notes
-shiningstars-
A contest entry
- [cheer me up] by whiterabbit..
400 points, ended September 7, 2008, 36 entries
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Comments
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Lovely innocent thoughts in this piece. I really like the piece. It says a great deal and yet it is so simplitic. Thank you for sharing this it was really good.
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I really like this. It's cute and I like the innocence in it. I like the descriptions that you've included. Great write and thanks for entering.
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