Children

by CherriChica   May 13, 2006


The natures breeze against my face
Helps me feel at ease
As I see the clouds
As shapes and sizes
I see smiles that blast for miles
As children laugh and play
As nothing can go wrong
The cherish moments
As if if it was there last for the passes children we must trust
As they grow and mature
We have to remember
That the children are the future

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