The tiny petals.

~Medeline


In the sea of people,
The tiny hands pick up scraps.

In the midst of people,
The tiny soul stands out,
For the lack of grace.

They whine out every now and then,
Not because of want of toys;
Because of love and care and a want of home.

The tiny minds
Wandering for a safe haven,
To smile and laugh and pick a row.

May we make their journey rosy,
Hope and peace be their fate,
Putting an end to child labor;
Holding up the torch,
For the little feet to tread in joy.
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