• Children, The beauty of this finite world.
    Their hair is always messy, bowed, and curled.

    The smiles on their faces,
    So innocent with laughter on their tongues.
    So peaceful, so energetic,
    with the breath of life in their lungs.

    They don't care what other people think,
    and are so unknowingly rude.
    Why can't we be lead by their example,
    why can't we be simple and crude?

    With innocence in their eyes and violence in their soul.
    How can we pity them if they fill up our whole?

    How can we rise ourselves above the children's bar?
    When we as adults, are afraid to show who we are.

    Children of mankind, are beautiful at birth.
    So beautiful children rise! Rise and cover the earth!