In the eyes of my children I see divine creation
They believe in magic, in gold at the end of a rainbow
They see the beauty and magnificence of those colours
Fairy dust, angels, goodness and wonder
Is part of their life each and every day
Everything is possible and if not, they will still give it a try
They judge not these beliefs as insanity but see the beauty.
I think that now is the time that we adults of the world
Take a look at this globe that we walk
With the eyes of our amazing and blessed little ones
For they hold none of our skepticism nor tainted views
But should we carry on this path that we pursue
Our precious young heirs and heiresses
Shall have nothing worth inheriting
Fear, mistrust and hopelessness our only legacy to them.