Pass It Forward

If wishes were stones,
And hopes were glass.
Then all our desires
Would end in a blast.
We'd shatter our futures
For times present, not past.
We'd realize that moments
Are beauty encased in sunshine,
In blue skies,
In thunderstorms,
In love,
In companionship,
In belief,
In the excitement of being alive,
In love of others,
In love of all
And in love of our children,
And all children,
In all of their innocence
With care and feeling.
The future begins.