Children of the wild

Jade Wolf

There once was a breed
Of wild little things
Children of the forests
And mountain beings

Wild and untamed
They would prance and preene
Their laughter could be heard
In the meadows green

They would have dreams
Of unicorns and pixies
They would run barefoot
Chasing the butterflies

They were different
From other normal beings
People would sneer upon
These wild little things

They scared the people
Who couldn't dream
Because they had the power
To change life's stream

So they were hunted and locked
In the magic muting binds
And they went into hiding
Inside their minds...

  • Author: Jade Wolf (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2022 06:08
  • Category: Sad
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  • Rocky Lagou

    What a gracious piece! I love the imagery you portrayed and I feel like the meaning is universal. We're always little dreamers wishing and hoping for so much more, but often times, the world is against us. Great job! 💖

    • Jade Wolf

      Thank you so much for such kind words.. and yes you're right, the workd is not a friendly place for dreamers in my experience..

    • KRWonder

      The last two stanzas really captured me and the words spoken could not be more true. It is an awful thing when one loses the ability to dream. This was a beautiful piece you’ve put together and I really enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing!

      • Jade Wolf

        I'm really glad you like it. This piece is really special to me. Thankyou so much. It means a lot 🙂



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