The Laughter of Children

The quiet sound of wind against the grass.

A gentle whisper towards those who see;

A knowledge of love past and love to be.

Young children playing; watching the time pass;

And gaily reading, "Through the Looking Glass".

The children telling stories over some tea;

And letting all know what has come to be.

Observing time with the eyes of a lass;

The time now has moved on from days long past.

Once the music of laughter now all tears;

For life of man; along with the realm's fears.

A new day; bringing forth clean, new tears fast.

All will remember days when they were free.

When happiness did come without a fee.