For every human soul
On earth
There is a flower blooming,
Dancing gently
In the sun.
Each hurtful hand
Laid on this soul,
To kill or wound
Or frighten,
Petals will fall
One by one,
Until this flower is gone.
I dream of a time
When petals will fall
Only when their time is done,
And every flower blooming
Dances gently,
Freely, in the sun.
Tim Barritt. Circa 1997.
Earth Angel 181