The Silenced Child

  The grass grows

and the wind blows so sophisticatedly.

The sweet song that the birds sing, makes the ears tingle so tenderly. 

This young child in the wild, who cried so softly.

Who was left against it will.

Who heard the wilderness and ran so abruptly.

Abandoned at a time of need and comfort.

To late for the mimic of help.

The kid silenced so roughly, as the wild went in rows for food.