Once a child Is born,

It would be called a miracle or mistake.

Walking along a muddy road;

The moment of silence strikes,

A fall breeze passes.

While a child grows,

She will be full of happiness.

Appreciating  small things;

Flowers blooming along the grass,

Waterfalls gushing a farewell.

The sun is smiling for you young one,

What a beautiful wonderland!

Within her mind,

Heart fluttering with curiosity.

Such a beautiful sight;

Miracles happening all around.

The guardians seem to smile;

Battles have been already fought,

Mind filled with not one sign of hope.

Flowers crunching beneath her feet,

Sirens going off while people scream in agony.

She is filled with guilt and sadness,

Scars upon her hear now being made.

The moon crying out yellow specks;

At that moment in her mind,

She reaches a fork in the road.

The road of withered roses;

An waterfall gurgling her to come in,

Her choice is yours to find out.