sweet little girl playing with herself

lost in a fairytale just like an elf

innocence in every drop of her eyes

all around her happiness flies

sings to herself dances along

no one but her can interpret the song

bathing in dirt from top to bottom

surrounded by beautiful flowers to blossom

eating the mud collecting the stones

working so hard to assemble a throne

a throne where she'll make her lovely doll sit

her face with grace so brightly lit

as she completes it her brother stomps the yard

the naughty little devil kicks the doll hard

the sweet little eyes then start to rain

glancing in them he feels her pain

now really grounded he starts to rebuild

looking with affection overflowing with guilt

busy with the doll again she starts playing

grants him forgiveness without saying

emotional purity we lose as we grow

the ways of being when we start to know

with time & age the devil takes on

the best days of happiness so quickly gone

they only come back with children of your own

the only seeds of goodness that you'd ever sown

being an adult now I've realized

children are nothing but gods disguised...........:-)