A young boy, restless, wanting to throw rocks and chase birds, grabs a rock with two hands and tosses it with all his might right underneath where the water is flowing from the fountain.
A motherly voice rings out and reprimands his solo attempt to rebel against being at the hospital far too long for one so young and restless.
Standing up, running across the wall, he disappears to find another way to help him calm his restless feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem