A child's heart is a pure heart
Without prejudice, or pride
A place where innocence and wonder abound
And thoughts are open and sincere
There are no hatreds taught
No political agendas known
Wars are for play to be revived
Until it's time to eat, to recharge
A wide world to eagerly absorb
Awaiting every aspect, impartial
With all the pain and pleasures
In the years ahead transitioning
A canvas completed with blots and splashes
The colours of life's numerous pastels
That stay within the child's heart
A child's face whether young or old
Even the frigid, hardest heart
The cynical soul seen cannot hide
There amongst the many thorns
A rose that still grows within