Growing into Gold
Before all life found its beginning
The seed existed in a urn of obsidian
Through inky tendrils, however cruel or twisted
This little seed; she resisted
Soon creation did flourish
With amethyst grace was new encouraged
A chasm grew between the violaceous and dull
Splintering until capacity full
Next elite hastened to rise
Striking azure gaze against murky skies
Yet sapphire tears, cried plebeian hearts
This little seed; gone in the dark
Then fancied powers turned phases
Words of sage all change emblazes
Among young or olive dawn came about
Accompanied by minute sprout
After better empires forever competed
The amber blossom seen only by defeated
Though bronze petals were like, distorted by light
This little seed; reaching new height
Across all places or time
Always there for one to find
Like the fibers in a celestial rope
This little seed; she is hope
Querido Niño
El sol sale, y te despiertas para trabajar
Tienes el imaginación de dos mil doble de tu edad
Pero arrugas tu cara y aprietas tu mano
–Querido niño, te vemos.
Al mediodía, te transpiras
Es agotador renunciar a tus sueños
Enterras tu esperanza en la tierra
–Querido niño, no te rindas.
A la tarde, tomas un descanso
Miras pinturas en las nubes y te sonríes
Cuentas los aves porque no estudiaste hoy
–Querido niño, te mejorarás.
El sol se pone, y te caminas a tu casa
Las estrellas te guían a tu futuro
Entonces echas tu amor, porque
–Querido niño, no estás solo.