World through the eyes.

The candles burn gently,
They are beings with no voice,
A dancing spirit on the wick,
Kills itself without a choice.

A gentle breeze that wanders,
As it whispers through the trees,
Telling tales never been told,
Dropping golden leaves.

A waterfall thats flowing,
A circle that never stops,
Crystal waters calm and free,
Till at last it drops.

A growing tree with many sons,
Small leaves that have yet to grow,
A strong trunk and many branches,
That sing and dance and flow.

A child needs all the answers,
Nothing ever enough,
A thirst for knowledge and knowing,
Nothing is ever enough.

The Earth had so much beauty,
A hole in its hear it bled,
So much killing, destroying now,
The world my child is dead!.