I sat by the river and it echoed
Those very words
That the wind whispered to me the other night.
It
sang for the night,
It
sang for what might
Map out the future clouds
of thought.
The
water flows but the river stays
Still,
changing only with the eons.
The
walls seem brittle
But
the house promises warmth,
As
we step inside,
Greets
the spirit of life.
Life
in that moment just is,
No
past no present and no future.
It’s for us to nurture and
grow,
To let it rain and snow
The delights, pain and everything more
For
now and again.
To
pour again and again
On
cloudy days and passionate nights
When
dreams unfold and our masks cry
We
are the children, the children of the Sun.
Till the very end we shall
run
Over
mountain and stream
Over
blood and sweat
Over
hope and regret
For
we are
The
children of the Sun.
