Free Children
07/31/2024

Pure white clouds spread the sky,
Light blue water surrounds the field,
I sit silently in the airplane with awe,
But my heart still beats in the memory of Colombia.
Ah so what's so special in Colombia?
I have seen the mountains, the rivers, the trees,
I have seen the houses, the shops, the fields,
But never have I felt the joy of interconnection,
Until I see the loving kids happily free.
The children hold my hand, and ask me:
Teacher, can you play with me, can you stay with me,
Smiling and hugging we play soccer, then we draw,
then we make paper planes, and run in circles,
Oh and then.. and then.. and then...
The sun sets, the kids bid farewell, somehow I feel sad.
I realize that the kids express their true nature,
They, like the clouds, are light and carry no burden,
they show no ego, nor any sense of trouble,
like pure white clouds, they surrender in wonder.
I strive to live like these children,
Calling nothing mine, I wish to give the little I have,
And spread spontaneous love without a cry.