A Poem

Mirror, mirror
on the wall,
who’s the fairest of them all?
The brave, child,
and the strong.
The truth seekers and speakers.
The fighters and the learners,
the survivors who tell their tale.
Those who stand for what is right
and stay up, child, when the
world beats
their knees
with fists of complacency and greed.
And the growers, my dear, the growers!
The ones who make our minds and
our earth
fertile and ripe and ready for seed.
The dreamers and the doers.
The hopers and the prayers.
The thought-makers
and risk-takers
and those who believe enough to bleed.

Copyright (c) 2012