Laughing mountains, sunset walkers, ocean singers. Chasing firefly memories, birds of the moon, Poets, warriors, philosopher kings. Children of the earth, always at home Wherever their feet may touch. Minds that question, Seek patterns, connect purpose and beauty, Reason and enchantment. Caterpillars in the desert, caverns that traverse galaxies, Captains of sailing vessels that rise into the sky Horizon-touchers, new heroes of unfolding mythology. All the blessings of the cosmos in their throats, star-drinkers, With palaces on their fingers, Dream writers, thought bleeders, crazed lovers Of ancient horse language, children of instinct and words beyond death.
This poem makes me think of the last year and all that our children had to endure. It reminds me of their vast and fruitful imaginations. How no matter what they have to go through they find the magic and beauty in each moment and it frees them! Takes the reader on a journey!