The Little Ones

One by one they go away, 

how can we fix what went away, 

sad tears, angry tears, 

is how we express, 

the only thing we can do now is guess. 

They wonder lively and freely, up to the sky, 

but they never go to say a goodbye, 

again and again, 

more and more they go, 

dropping like flies wherever you go. 

The screams, yells they produce, 

is not near enough to get through, 

we try and try, 

yet everyone is way too sly.