Children

Fair as from the froth of the milk, soft as bred in the cocoons of silk,
eyes shining like the  moonless night's stars,  hands swaying to heal the gloomy scars,
a giggle too treacherous to be a treason, a smile to smile back for no reason,
the children are no doubt angels and gods, set out to be the joy's Lords.

Inquisitive are their thinking minds, to find out that which no one minds,
too smart are the words they shoot, too witty as our hearts they loot,
the nature blooms in joy as they come, the moon blushes the breezes hum,
every being knows the life in the lads, their smiles erase memory of all bads.

Sleeping half time to prepare for tomorrow, they even dream not of sorrow,
the other half building a bliss, playing in a world they would soon miss.
They imitate us in every step of life, how we eat to we respect a wife,
children are born to show the proud science, there's much more than nerves and bloodlines.

Puppies and kittens toads and cubs, those in nests and those beneath shrubs,
all are alive to show us why, there is a life that beats the eye.