A Future

Rubbed in snowflakes;
Scattered across undulating hills.
Acorns, lifted on the breeze -
exploring, enticed by mystery.
Puddles of tears,
and clouds of laughter,
are soothing to the ear.
Melodies, both sweet and clustered
in the music of life.
Lips twitch - fledglings taking flight -
find freedom in the melodies.

Innocent is youth and youthful is innocence.

Let doors open,
and welcome us - them.
They, unburdened by freight,
are the future, and free.

Let their radiance be the light that guides you,
their power your language,
their answers your questions.
They are the future - your future.