Garden Of Beauty

Little flower child,
How sweet the world to you.
You trust yet expect nothing.
You love yet know no hate.
You cry yet deceive none.
You smile yet own nothing.
Sweet child,
You are the true teacher.
Listen gently now,
Adults will try to pull your roots,
Pluck your petals and crush you,
Forgive them.
They too were trampled,
And so grew as a weed.
But listen closer,
That child inside them
Isn’t dead, just a little wilted.
So, let your warm small hands,
Hold those who pretend to know,
And take them to their inner garden,
Where only Beauty grows.

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