Underneath the shade tree,Where the children play,Their laughter drifts upon the breezeLike any other day. Their innocence we envy,They play without a care;They see no social barriers,With spirits full of flair. ​Hate is not an instinct;It’s a lesson they are taught.If only they could stay this way—But we know that they will not. ​When young, … Continue reading Underneath the Shade