The colors of life Hide the deepest knife Within the heart of the brightest youth They bring them flowers So they hide the last hours And cower from the truth
The life will be lost But not be tossed They shall live in prosperity till their last words are spoken Though their lives have just begun They will face the sun And follow the birds that have just awoken
Watching the world from the sky It is their time to fly They watch over us and remind us what is important in this life we hold so true Even when their name is said for the last time The sunflowers look to the sky and remember the climb Each childβs life will be made anew
This is the first poem I have published. I would love any feedback available.