Small little thing, what's in your hand?

A coin I see, annular and grand.

A wish, you have, I hear on your tongue,

But why would you wish when your life is so young?

Small little creature, what do you plea?

Money or fame or luxury? 

Silver or gold, knowlege of wise and old?

Perhaps a long life with many tales to be told?

The small little thing, with two clutching claws,

and two eyes too large and a mouth too small,

Grumbled and garbled before it spoke.

Simply, I wish, for those to hope,

to see the sky glimmer and gleam,

take awe once again  in the simple things

to live and live with calmer means. 

I've been born and one day I will die,

as will my mother and father and the stars in the sky, 

Such a short ephemeral situation it seems,

but all I wish is all live with brighter dreams.