Child, so humble, so innocent
Sun-kissed by golden streaks of warmth,
Ray's gift of beauty to us.
Hush, listen, for on summer days
Like these, you can hear the wind
Whispering secrets, tales of creation.
A child with a spirit so free, whimsical,
Finding laughter and joy hidden
In a place forgotten- destroyed
By industries, monsters of recreation,
Killing our land, our home.
Escape to a place where the child-
The child within your soul can find its peace,
Where simplicity is found in abundance.
Lay beneath your Grandmother Willow.
Caress the Earth.
Dance with your Mother.