Children let the night pass quickly,
Rising on the farm as the sun rises,
As early as the butterfly and the bee
And 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 extols
And 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 along
The years are but blissful memory.
Take it from the sages of old who knew
What 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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