Time in the school garden with my students today turned into my wish for the future.
I watch it dive
into the waterless pool
swimming in the vibrance
of orange
of squash blossom
of too soon summer
In this place tended by children
where vegetables thrive
where small hands pull weeds and pet insects
where blossoms invite the pollinators in
I dream of a world
inhabited by honesty and gardens
inhabited by bees and babies
inhabited by kindness and care
And I worry that it will be destroyed
by war
be inattention and neglect
by the power hungry
before these children get a chance to make their mark
draft by @kd0602
Thinking Through My Lens 
Oh my goodness–those beginning words are just magical! The best poems make me think of things in new ways and this does just that. I’ll now think of bees as swimming in pools of color. Ahhhh… On a more somber note, I share your concerns and dreams.