Flourishing, <br />like a sapling, green <br />and tender <br />and full of life, sprouts <br />a young child, <br />pure and innocent, <br />in a world strewn <br />with seeds of vice <br />and corruption; <br /> <br />Only to be choked <br />by hateful weeds, <br />only to wither <br />a rotting corpse <br />which crumbles <br />to dust.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fate-of-a-child/
