Shallow puddles in life, giving people a reason to splash
and have some childish fun, exploring interior images of
what our inner child is doing.
Expressing an enticing array of rhythms as they play and
jump innocently along edges of another horizon, like ivy
climbing college walls.
Taking minds out of classrooms for a while, instead, run-
ning around, taking part in all sorts of fun, as the band
continues to play in rainbows of colorful sounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem