Irene D..

Small Child

The small child, invisible,
Has a heart full of loving
The small child, unnoticeable,
Sees something while others see nothing.

When a small animal dies,
The child mourns the life
When a small animal dies,
Tall people just pass it by.

Life is seen at such great value,
Inside the small ones eyes:
A singing bird and a tree that grew,
Is seen as such precious life.

For life goes beyond human faces,
Life always leaves its traces,
Found in numerous places,
And the child loves this in a heart so gracious.

How an you say an animal's worth nothing,
When it puts a laugh on a young one's lips.
Surely, this is worth something,
As a child squeezes- in a small heart- all that fits.

How can you not care when the flowers slip,
Dying, as fall and winter push warmth away?
How can you let it go with out one liquid drip,
When a child is sad to see sweet scents blown away.

Life is everywhere, life is everything
But so, so few people realize
Creature and flowers are living things;
If only they could see through small eyes.

I am a small child, invisible,
But with a heart full of loving
I am a small child, unnoticeable,
But everywhere I always see something- something that is far from nothing.

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013
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