A child's smile; an ocean of desires
hills of hope; never an outsider

The prettiest thing; and most positive
an unrevealed feeling; can never be negative

The floral smile burns away
to never let you know
whenever positivity forgets way,
has no one ever to show

A child, whose imagery of joy
on growing, turns imaginary
When a child is in herself, a toy
and the out, still a child of imagery

A child who's matured
no more fear from darkness
The silence is assured
and the clear face with mindless mess

To all those matured children
who enlighten the world with presence
Happy Children's life to your den
where the lions may never again lose essence
© Sabita