Treasure Island

Dolan Doran

(June 24 1993.)

hush little one


we sat down that day,
in the warm sun, on the wavy hills.
We looked around,
and oh what a precious thing
that flower, that small beauty.
You sat there and cried,
for oh what a horrible sight.
But then you calmed, and i spoke to you...
'sweetheart..' i wispered,
'don't cry. calm down, little one.'
The flower died young, yes,
but another will come up in it's place.
It's the way of life, little one, it's the way
things work. Things die but
not in vain. More will come, more will beautify
our world. So Hush, little child, and
hold back your tears. Save them for when they
are truely needed.

Submitted: Friday, February 13, 2009
Edited: Saturday, August 21, 2010

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