When the beating drum
Has lost its power
Faith in mankind
Has withered died
I watch a child
In vibrant wonder
Observe a butterfly
And find.
Maybe theres hope
In childrens eyes
A force of good
In future times
For the world
Has reached
Boiling point
Violence, mayhem, lies.
This innocence act
To nature blended
Dismissed by
Many in daily strife
Is our only hope
Of survival
Our children
Future life.