The Garden
Those who are grown
Are the Gardeners
To the seeds that will need their care.
This garden in which they
Live in
Is filled with withering
Plants in desperate need of a flood.
-age 13
The path of the past
Is woven by the children of today
Who through their eyes define our yesterdays.
What do they see, what did it teach?
The soul will release itself upon the
Voices they heard,
Voices so loud they’ll scream or
They’ll cheer.
Closed eyes will avenge the society that shun them
Or clear skies will praise the cries
That supported them.
It is all a path not taken,
Yet one that is already strung,
Colors will blend and colors will mash,
But it is the children who are
The path of the past.
Age 17
July 4, 1996
Copyright 1998 Wendy Torres
The Garden
Those who are grown
Are the Gardeners
To the seeds that will need their care.
This garden in which they
Live in
Is filled with withering
Plants in desperate need of a flood.
-age 13