There I have been since the dawn
dawn of light
pushing the dark away from the spark
that brought forth all that lives
to be known.
Most of them can not be seen
not as you were when young
by them taught.
To speak in a way that says it's o.k.
from birth
they now say you can not.
Whom would you drive far away
destructive they say
the gifts that you have delivered to them
the children that know
children with young gifts that grow.
Inert rocks grains of sand
that flows from their young hidden hands.
The army of one their births
are foretold
as one dies another is born.
Needing one here and needing one there
bourn of love
the exception above mentioned of.
Though from love is the nurtured seed
when evil has seen
sprung forth from the tree
then their deaths from his greed
are felt by the one
they are pain full their suffering none sing.
Love of life - life of love
the strings to them both are as you know short.
Stating it such can shorten my own
as night comes
my woods are as deep as your own.
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