MY CHILD

MY CHILD I return thee to your rightful owner, She will fill your eyes with the enigma of the stars. You will learn from her to see art in every leaf You will find tranquility in every drop of rain. Wild beasts will be your playmates. You will be as graceful as the glassy stream. The curls of your raven hair will remind many a sailor of maelstorms Your voice will be as sweet as the rustling of leaves You will find hope in every sunset You will rejoice at every birth and Learn that death is only a platform of new life. You will be as tender as a new blade of grass. Lotus will bloom at night by your radiance You will dance to the beats of thunder The wind will narrate you a hundred tales of distant lands Crickets will sing you lullaby each night. I want you to live my child, I want you to live. I only gave you birth, but Mother Nature will give you life Go, go into her arms and be saved from the insanity in man's world.