We are children.
We are called tomorrow's big ones.
Our lives are always better.
Awfully, in spring.
And, best in summer.
Better in the monsoon,
But we go somewhere for nourishment.
When we go to school, we are happy.
And all is well when we are with mom and dad.
And life is better when with family.
And life is good together with friends.
We are always happy.
At school or at the park
At a playground or at an amusement park.
Of course,
We are children with a strong heart.
We love to learn, and we love playing.
We want to come out of space.
Our eyes can see blue in the sky.
We want to go to the garden
and let our eyes see green.
We want to look down at sand,
and find sticks and stones.

My head fell off.
due to tension.
That left me perplexed.
Does hate turn into love?
I'd prefer it to be lower.
Rather, it turns into hatred.

I'm not going to forget these last moments.
I remember the previous several hours.
I can even recall the last several days.
I remembered last week.
I'll always remember these past few months.

I can't believe it was years ago.
despite how challenging our time together may be.
We are united in the cold and the heat.
regardless of how bad
or unpleasant our relationship is.
Whether we like it or not, we're bonded.
What, then, was the source of this hatred?
It is the outcome of a birth or marriage.

It makes no difference.
News will surface eventually.
The narrative will diverge from

There is nature within us.
nature that is everywhere.
There is all in us.
There is our ability in all.

We have hope that we will see blue
We have hope that we will see green.
We have hope that we will see flower
In the garden and the rain forest
In the cities and the villages
On the roads and the streets
We have hope that will witness the white
The white of our today and tomorrow
We have hope that...

Others,
They battle for the well-being of their young ones.
Others,
They battle to fill their wallets.