A child’s innocence dissipates
when he hears the tears roll from her eyes.
When his whimsical gesture turns into a vortex,
engulfing everything he has known,
that is when he know the agony.
An ocean trembles. A mountain weeps.
Staring sharply up towards the raining sky,
he vows: I will grow up. I won’t let this happen again.
3.6.2025
