My Children and Outside

My Children and Outside by Emily Hardy


 

 

I want my children

To look outside,

And see fresh fallen snow,

Feel the cold,

Taste the frost,

Smell the sweetness,

Hear the peaceful silence that comes with snow,

In winter.

 

 

I want my children

To go outside,

And see the cut, green grass,

Feel the glassy water droplets,

Taste the morning dew,

Smell the flowers blooming,

Hear birds’ conversations,

In spring.

 

 

I want my children

To play outside,

And see the drying grass,

Feel the refreshing sun,

Taste the humid air,

Smell the August fragrance,

Hear the crickets as they fall asleep,

In summer.

 

 

I want my children

To love outside,

And see the orange and brown leaves,

Feel the cold setting in,

Taste the pumpkin pie I make,

Smell the earthy scent,

Hear the squirrels prepare for December,

In fall.

 

 

But that will never happen,

Unless we stop our ways.

And if we don’t…

 

 

I do not want my children

To look outside,

And see empty lawns

Feel no December chill,

Taste the unchanging seasons,

Smell the dryness,

Hear the cars that refuse to cease,

In winter.

 

 

I do not want my children

To go outside,

And see the lack of flowers,

Feel the acid rain,

Taste the poison from our earth,

Smell the exhaust pouring from cars,

Hear the bustle of humans,

In spring.

 

 

I do not want my children

To play outside,

And see the scorched grass,

Feel the sweltering sun,

Taste the exhausted air,

Smell the pollution,

Hear nothing because the crickets are dead,

In summer.

 

 

I do not want my children

To not love outside,

And see the bare trees,

Feel the summer heat decreasing slightly,

Taste the artificial pie,

Smell the scent of doom,

Hear the phrase ‘it’s time to change’,

In fall. 

 

 

If we do not change,

I do not want my children

Outside.