by Willowmeana

Created on: November 25, 2009   Last Updated: November 28, 2009

I watch them run together holding hands,

the two little people who own my heart on demand.

I am sad as I watch them run in the field of flowers.

For one of them their eyes are open but they cannot see.

Guided by their sibling safely never will they know,

the joy the yellow dandelions give as they grow.

Or the thrills the purple and blue violets give as they dance in the wind,

The long yellow green grass flowing gently with them.

They will never see the warmth that they feel from the sun,

and they will never know how it is to look across the endless sky or ocean.

They will never stare in awe at a mountain standing leagues above them in all majesty,

nor will they ever be able to see the precious multicolored forest's beauty.

They will never see that fur looks as soft as it feels.

Or see the sparkles in the sky try to outshine the Northern star.

But in some ways I am relieved...

for they will never have to see the death of innocent animals,

laying on the side of the road,

searching for a place to go and a new home,

because humans tore down their last with machines and saws.

They will never have to see the sky on a smoggy day,

dimming out the golden light from the sky making it gray.

And they will never have to see another refusal to heed,

slamming people back down because of greed

When they try and defend the trees.

They will never have to see their end coming

when Mother Nature puts all her foes to rest.

*Notes* The gender of the children have purposely not been specified.

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