WHERE

 (a poem by 11 years old Emma) 


My lost soul wanders,

Wanders through time and space,

Past the towering giants of the new,

Where trees and bushes and plants once grew,

Where monkeys swung and birds once sang,

Where brambles creeped and ivy would hang.

Where blocks of concrete litter the land,

And not one soul would lend a hand,

To restore the lost world.

But there is one last beating breath,

Where the children thrive and live,

For it is the children themselves that will change everything,

They have everything to give, everything to lose,

Yet they continue and their hope blooms.

And So,

Where blocks of concrete littered the land,

Where brambles creep and ivy hangs,

Where monkeys swing and birds sing,

Where trees and bushes and plants now grow,

A civilization strives and lives,

Lives with a world that breathes with thanks.

(Emma Dimitrova, my 11 years old daughter, 15/12/19)