After ruin
Sprouts hope:
Infants of felted fluff;
Pink flannel flowers

Fragile, delicate
Newborns free
Blissful life
In pure mountain air

Days numbered 
Trodden, trampled
Picked and pressed
Innocent children 
Silently suffer

Again
World in fragments
Optimism
Forgotten to most

Thank you,
Creations of wonder
For showing us the way