The Seed of Childhood

The Seed of Childhood

Dr Abe V. Rotor

 

Flying kites and fishing, mural AVR 2008

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. ~