Little
Children - by Courtney Maas
Child, Arise
Children polished as fine silver, wings of
gold amongst its feathers
Lips of red roses, body as soft as precious
petals
Voices sing as holy angels, laughter echo
with the passing breeze
Noses tear from passing weather, carried away
by a sneeze
Hands of ivory, among delicate fingertips of
a stem
Eyes of jewels and a heart made of precious
gems
Body delicate as a flower set in perfect
bloom
Protected by stormy weather, leading to
unwelcome doom
Motions of play and laughter, reflecting
dolphins in tranquil waters
Hand in hand, in a perfect circle, moving
freely as dancing auteur
A step of caution among the pathway, leading
to the unknown
A time of planting and full bloom, flowers
run free and have flown
By,
Courtney Elizabeth Maas
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