Complexity

It is the complexity of a little girl's mind

As she is flying on the trapeze

Into the arm sof her fairytale prince

Soaring through the clouds

To her bed of soft dreams.

It is the complexity of a world

Where children go hungry

Where war does not cease

There is a craving for money

And murders for power.

It is the complextiy of how the two will one day collide.

So I missed this week's Photo Friday deadline by a day. I do not mind however, because this was the last picture taken by my not-so-good-camera-anyway before it died, therefore quality is less than par. I had the poem written last Friday, when the challenge came out, but I was fooling around too much with the picture on the crap-of-a-photo-editing-program we have on the computer at home. I uploaded it last night, but the poem was still at work. Way to go, Laura.