Flower Children
If you like to believe that children are wild flowers, growing in the mountains spontaneous and unattended with their graceful wave to the wind and their laughter able to clear the clouds, then you will be disappointed to find the children of this generation are troubled trees, sprouting in a concrete jungle with destruction distracting them from growing healthy roots, but growing roots fed instead by man made temptations. These trees will be lost and won’t stand for anything but will fall for everything if left alone to believe what they hear on the talking box. And you wonder, yes you wonder, how to get back to the wisdom of the children and the matters of the heart? Take time for a garden planted and tended, watched over and blessed. Then the children will be who they are meant to be: Simply flowers laughing in the sun.
—Dylan Escobar, 17