Beslan's Children Poem by Ste. Anne

Away to the east
And over the sea
Dawn and her legions
Are coming to me.

Her legions are children
Now gone from the land
A palette and brushes
In each eager hand.

The first are the youngest
With light greens and grays
Revealing the tops
Of the deep rolling waves.

Next are the colours
Pale pink and dark blue
Soft orange and violet
For mornings first view.

There are skies to be painted
With clouds, fluffy white.
Owls, osprey and eagles
To soar into flight.

Brown boys with red wagons
To pull up the sun
Laughing and shouting
A new day has begun.