Gently floating on a summer's breeze,

Twirling to the winds silent song,

Subtle caresses buoy them along,

As the dance happy and carefree.

A large object reaches for them,

Plucking them from their path,

Their innocent voyage suddenly ended,

As they are thrown to the ground.

A foot stomps down on them,

Breaking their soft and elegant forms,

They are crushed beneath a heel,

Never to dance or fly again.

A malevolent voice hisses harshly,

'These are your hopes and dreams,

Remember what will happen to them,

If you ever hope and dream again.



... child.'