A child is born delicate and small. Fragile and helpless in a cold cruel world.
A mind so pure and unstained by hate and greed.
A heart untouched, undiscovered by those who only care for themselves.
Tiny hands have yet to feel the soft fur on a kitten or a delicate rose petal.
Eyes of blue that could outmatch the beauty of the sky have never seen violence.
They have not yet known they joy in a mothers smile, the sadness in a friends tear, or the warmth of a lovers face.
Our future, our continuance, our new beginning.
Cherish it always.
