Carrots, cantaloupe, sunshine and bare feet
The kids run wild, giggling infectiously, spreading smiles in their wake
Their appetites for raw food
feeding the raw energy that flows through their toes and fingertips,
grabbing at my heart strings
and holding space for hope.
What will these children see through the eyes of their adult selves?
Where will our Mother, the Earth be when they hear their own children laughing?
I wonder if there will be Peace on Earth. I hope, so deeply. So very deeply.
Someone asks for another carrot.
There is hope.
