Souls, young and old in the time of warping hate and fear. Our young souls still thriving in the past with sweet gentle memories that run through our voids.
  The gentle summer sun rays dancing upon our sun washed skin. The feeling of grass underneath our small bodies as we count from 10
9. They scatter
8. They join teams
7. They giggle
6. One gets lost
5. Climbing
4. Split
3. Flowers
2. Peace
1. Eyes open
Ready
On popsicles sweet ice melts onto small fingers
that will change the future.
That calming smell of hamburgers on a grill.
Butterfly's shy away from squeals.
The melody of young souls.