An Angel's Tears

This is not a story.

Children are the protagonists here,

innocence is the tone,

and childhood is the dream.

We grasp a beginning,

those loveliest little angels,

then face the helplessness of reality.

We melt away, smiling as we accept it.

Perhaps, when we let go of worldly gain,

were we still who we used to be?

We grow weary in our pursuit,

rush about, busy and hurried,

and yet end up with nothing.

Here, a moment of peace,

a search for a pure haven untouched by disturbance,

can also bring a little comfort.

Angels, treading on dreamlike hopes, weave the world's purest tales, and the protagonist is me, or perhaps you.

Tears speak: have you ever understood those tearful words of childhood from years ago? Smiling, though bitter, we still came such a long way...