Kaleidoscopic Musings

I imagine a place where all the goodness and tragedy of life exists. All of the happiness and all of the sadness; all of the love and all of the hate.
The only difference is that here, in this world, relationships are absent. All of them. No mothers, no fathers, no daughters, no sons. No wives, no husbands, sisters, brothers— none.

No expectations…

But what will the children do?!?!
Well, they will grow right
Like forests and meadows and flowers alike

We won’t pick their petals 
And then tell them to shine

We won’t plant them neatly
One by one
In a line _______________

We’ll let them grow wild
Celebrate where they grow

No fear of the farmer
No pot to outgrow

The heart of Sun’s light will radiate truth
A natural resilience
The foundation of youth

They’ll only hear stories
Of when the birds were all caged

And laugh at the thought
Of a home-life once staged

They wont kiss their lovers
Just because it’s bedtime 

But they’ll absorb one another
When their hearts start to rhyme

And when the storms come
All their tears will be real

And they won’t have to question:
”Should I feel how I feel?”

They’ll grow old with confidence
That their path was the wind

And not be judged by a maker
Who’d define all their sins

On one night, they’ll wilt
And then fall to the ground

Finding peace in the soil
Knowing life was unbound