And so the children danced by the seashore

At the break of dawn with

The sun not quite up,

But its radiance illuminating

The sky in a breath-taking

Blueish hue, that one could not

Distinguish from the tone of the

Infinite sea beyond the horizon.

They held each other's tiny hands,

Soft, for they were never

Exposed to the hardships of life.

Tender as silk with hopes and

Dreams of a brighter day.

The children jumped from puddle to puddle,

Splashing around the residue of yesterday's rain.

One girl with golden curls and a long

Sleeveless red dress danced around

In circles, stomping her feet in the water,

Her laugh sounding more like a squeak.

One boy with short brown hair and

Nothing but his underpants on

Leapt in the air arching his back

Wearing a glee-filled smile twinkling on his face.



The children heard a noise echoing

From afar;

They turned their heads to the source

Of the sound, and saw a bird in the distant.

"One, two, three, four birds!"

The girl counted on her petite fingers.

"Five, six, seven, eight birds!"

The boy yelled, showing off.

The birds got closer, but the children

Only knew how to count till ten.

They looked up with eyes and mouths wide open

As the huge metal birds roared past

With their giant wings and blasting sound.

The children froze with their hands

On their ears watching curiously as the birds began

To drop dark objects, hundreds of them.

The objects hit the ground where

The children stood, blowing away

All hopes of a better day.

O' the age of innocence is long lost.

She could've been an artist;

He could've found a scientist,

But greed got in the way,

For the fate of these innocent children

Lay in the palm of some fool's hand.



But dry your eyes my love,

For our children will hold hands at

That same spot someday, one day.

They will dance and splash,

Laugh with joy for there is hope.

There is hope in the resurrection of

The age of innocence.