The Seed of Childhood
Dr Abe V. Rotor
Flying kites and fishing, section of a mural painting by AVRotor 2008
Children let the night pass quickly,Rising on the farm as the sun rises,As early as the butterfly and the beeAnd birds singing in the trees.
Frogs freeze before the kingfisher;Rain is read from hovering dragonfly;Nests are secrets only to the finder -Early lessons live to live by.War is resolved in kites and fishing poles,In hide-and-seek and barefoot races;Faith lies in the seasons the sky extolsAnd virtues friendship embraces.
Peals of thunder break the afternoon,Driving the fowls to their tree;The children catch the rain, and soon,Across the field, dash for home aglee.Respite not enough, schooldays are long,And everything is passing imagery,Ephemeral is childhood, and all alongThe years are but blissful memory.Take it from the sages of old who knewWhat makes a man, the child of years ago.What the seed was and how it grew –Look and behold! It is true. ~
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