We could navigate firm ground alive
play the fool to see a mind survive.
All children must conform to a rope
length set by elders, might we hope
enough to sweep their hearts in motion.
A traveling caravan of wild emotion
pervades the mind of the little eyes;
shall we imagine society’s ills, lies
really be enough, to allow a sweet
cherub blossom, the rite to greet
ugliness around shadowed facade
in an optimistic manner. You decide.
When nightfall becomes our only light
Nature’s embrace, innocence we ignite.