Trees wrap resilient arms tenderly around small children, who are crying out for hugs—haunted by lost memories of holding hands of friends and delivering laughter with loved ones they no longer see. Like fledglings with young minds, they wonder why the world they know, without warning, is experiencing a metamorphosis.
Clapping and swinging their long and formidable arms, the forest becomes their friends. When heaven’s stars are dim, fireflies, fairies and blue butterflies play their enchanting but vital part—emerging in abundance, creating lit paths for little ones to walk, while surrendering soft prayers. Blue notes play songs of appreciation as flutes and trumpets send soft blows into sheer rapture.
Nature’s heart drifts within vivid yellow silken threads holding notes as they travel in hot air balloons reaching all those who feel lonely. Many rooms are red and yellow from sunset blessings. Loving parents sail on homemade boats with their little ones, traveling to places so exquisite and picturesque that tears from poets supply dry river beds with cerulean waters.
This poem is dedicated to all the children in our world who are missing their friends, teachers and visiting their loved ones. It is especially dedicated to my beloved grandchildren. I love you Richard, Jerry and Kervenson. Love and blessings to all the children of our world. Joni