Youth

Youth, the innocence of time
Remaining forever sacred
Purity of the unknown
Untouched wisdom beyond petite years
A soul created blank
Awaits the artist within
To colour the canvas with life
To teach us that which we do not already know
To be born is to bring life
And with it a language left unheard
Spoken through mere honesty
As only emotion can truly comprehend
The spiel of our children
Life's key to realism and truth
To speak without words
The blessing with which we were formed
Is a skill we learn to forget
By the years of clouded remains
A stretch of time to reflect
To believe beyond the stars
Of our natures true intentions
And be the freshness of our bloom
Continual questions pondered
The remedy never equals a cure
Of a thought still left unanswered
The simplicity is what they seek
In these true unvarnished seconds
Time held within such tiny palms
A simple mind working at its finest
Unscathed by a world of crime
Youth, the language of people
And not only a period of time
To see through the eyes of a child
Would be a blessing in disguise
For the purity of their wisdom
Is taken for granted by mankind
A story told time after time
In the finale we take our final bows
But are they curtsies of any worth
A mind intended to see colours
Blanketed by the fog of only black and white
To listen to our youth
And to see life through their eyes
Is a lesson not taught in class rooms
And a life lived without the lies
Life is what is made
By the person, you or I
The canvas, now a rainbow
Thanks to the tiny artists born within