Laughter by chibilunacat

Laughter
by
© chibilunacat

In a sunny valley
Where people seldom talk
I take some flowers in my hand
And through the meadow, I walk.

Walking through the valley
Life can pass you by
And if you stop to listen
You can hear the children cry.

Their voices carry on the wind
And carry to your home,
And in the night you hear them
Wash in with surf and foam.

The tiny little children
Were led by fairey tale-
And when their parents couldn't hold them-
Their faces grew deadly pale.

The children roamed out in the night,
In a lonely summer heat,
The town was ever silent
Save the patter of their feet.

Mommy told them tales of wonder,
Daddy, tales of love;
But what they failed to teach them
Was the evil from above.

A demon bird could circle high
And change into a dream
Give them lots of gifts and puppies,
Fill their tummies with ice cream.

Teach them how to pull a prank,
And where to steal a pie.
Show them a world to endlessly play-
And tell Daddy and Mommy good-bye.

They dressed inside of darkened rooms-
And crept from windows and doors,
They followed evil with enchantment,
For no more summer chores.

They had known laughter, and some love
The had known their A B C's
They had been taught right from wrong
And where they could climb trees.

But what their mommys could not teach them,
And what their Daddys couldn't tell-
Was once an evil being came
And cast an evil spell.

For when the parents were kids themselves
They had been awful mean
And they threw rocks and called names
To one who was seldom seen.

Because his looks were not their own
They cast a dismal stare
And treated him bad, in every way
Without a trace of care.

So when his hurt could stand no more
He quietly said a chant
And informed his plot to disbelievers
Who firmly said "he can't."

He went away to live alone
Outside the peaceful valley
And older they grew to have kids of their own
To dilly and to dally.

And never told the kids to watch
For evil from outside,
And never warned their babies of hurt
And so you see they died.

He led them to the mountain top,
And to a peaceful lake
And bid them swim forever more
With nothing but dreams to make.

And so never again were the children seen
With their rosy cheeks
Never again will they climb trees
Or look at mountain peeks.

Now a hundred years have passed
And many summer a night
And you can always hear their laughter
From just beyond your sight,

And all that you can really hope-
Is that all their dreams came true,
And as they slowly faded away-
They didn't see themselves turn blue.

And now the parents teach the children,
Why they shouldn't hurt and hate
And they pass along the story
Of all the childrens fate.

And all thats rather good you see-
Cause circling up above
I see the darkness of its evil,
Where hatred replaced love.

He is waiting for new children
Who's parents haven't taught
Of all that hurts and is predjudice
And what its fate had bought.

And I shed a tear in memory
Of children come and gone
And leave my flowers by the graves,
Flowers gone by dawn.

Somewhere near they always laugh
And endlessly live dreams
And I just hope that none of them
Will ever end in screams.

Singing songs from yesterday
In a time that can not rest-
Reminding the peaceful valley,
You must always do your best.

Terra Mae
10/11/2001