In A Child's Mind

                    

       In a child's mind lies a garden, its virginal soil unturned,
       awaiting the sun, a new life begun, shaped by what is learned.
       What grows there dependent on nurture; what blooms, by seeds there sown...
       the blossoms or thorns of our future by our own hands are grown.
       We, the tenders of each precious plot; their crops our destiny...
       will we sow hatred and prejudiced thoughts where flowers should be?
       There in meadows keenly sought, though only a child's eyes may see...
       where fairies dance, magic is wrought, and mysteries are discerned;
       the flowering shoots that grow here naught but innocense have known.
       Hushed, adults long to draw near... where only a child's mind can be.