Child Flickers Life of Hope

A hand so black is clinching heavens stars
The blackest hole is sucking feathers flight
A midst engulfs the dawn-oh mornings scares
The branch of trees atop the trunk in fright.

The little match is lit by children's hands
The court of darkened streets aflame and warm
The cold of grey, so dismal , flees the brands
The sparks are catching fire in laughing form .

To breath the life air, come adults in gasps
The baby flickers death away in smiles
The lightning giggles drive away the rasps
The day has triumphed over many miles.

If life has being sprouting fountains' start
The rest of being must also be art.