A new year, and fifty
bright, sunny faces-
washed squeaky clean.
Looking in askance.
I smile, as I walk in.
The sun dims a little,
patches of clouds building up-
a thunder storm in the making.
Knowing I’m the demi-god
(read demon!)
who made it happen-
I know I need to switch roles..
Cross the divide
(The Teacher’s Table)
And be one with the Dew Drops-
with them this precious moment.
Be not the wind,
but the water – adapt, carry and flow!
For it is in the child’s laughter
That the lessons of life are best learnt!
Interesting 'a thunder storm in the making' great wording! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the best lessons in the child's laughter......nice poem