Innocence Unknown

One sunny day at the edge of the woods,
Two small children found two rocks that looked good,
Perfect for sliding and climbing, standing,
And jumping to a soft tumbling landing,
But, as it were, these great toys in the ground,
Were ambushed by broken glass all around,
Two smashed beer bottles laid siege to each rock,
One for each curious child to take stock.

I quickly raced to pick up broken glass,
Sharp shards hid like villains in the soft grass,
The children’s body parts narrowly escaped,
As my hand dashed, an implement of fate.

Quickly act for the innocence unknown,
For all that is broken, we must atone!