they stopped at the stream;
one sat down
and one stood close by
and they both cried,
the little children


‘Why do you cry,
little ones?’
asked the rabbit

‘Why do you cry,
pretty angels?’
asked the birds

‘Why do you cry,
dearest loves?’
asked the stream


‘A world is lost,
oh birds in the trees,’
said the little boy.
‘I saw beauty taken away.’


‘A time is gone,
oh rabbit and stream,’
said the little girl
‘We saw beings wiped away.’