The Dawn of Children

Come gather by the mirrored lake Dawn with the children born on suns horizon Beds and pillows have to stay with empty sheets Wait motionless with the company they keep Stuffed animals are the guardians of the soul Children return to safety when they sleep Big people, always warm and friendly tuck them in Wrap them together in their covers snug not tight That wondrous protective cocoon The comfort that they seek Left behind are forgotten baby dreams Nearly done as they remain unfinished Perhaps to return to them one day when they are old To be completed without a care content, serene Hands rub the eyes of cobwebs from the night When children try to wake to realize the wonders New day blossoms by the shore in yellowed flowers By the graveled edge where bunnies leave a shallow print Fields near by flourish thick with foliage Spring to life with young ones and their rosy cheeks Buds burst forth from the nourished Earth Opened with a smile in brightness on the forest floor Red and orange delighted to be alive Boys and girls want to interact with frogs and bugs Not knowing if they are the good guys or not But rise to the occasion anyway in pure excitement Children dawn with music on the morning lake In unison but at a distance from the sun So as not to get burnt too soon or all at once They paddle in the aluminum canoe through blue waters calm Songs of life penetrate the soul by golden shores embrace Looking on, at a glance, there are no waves reflected Only a blinding light pours over the covered surface lake Like solid glass through days embrace Close in touch with nature Mirrors the eyes of innocence The sun and children keep secrets from each other Both looking for their covers Blanketed in sure love they bond Dawn on together by the shores sun light forever