Virginia Bates

They are wild and creative and not seeking your acceptance,

We are the quite and bland and silence is our substance,

They have souls as bright as the sun echoing like a galaxy,

Our souls are as fragile as glass and filled with a fantasy.

Bright and bold their spirits glisten like an everlasting ember,

Blinking and fading ours seem so brittle and tender.

For now just now we will watch as they burst and shine,

A time for us will come and it shall be yours and mine.