Guardian Song Poem by Patrick Utitufon

When I look upon little children
At sunset playing out on the green
My childhood to me comes again
Like a boy’s reverie unseen

Here, his world is encompassed by the woods,
The dews of the eventide; and the harvest he daily gathers from the fields,
the awakening cries of the springbird and her nestling broods
whatever thought his heart yields

For he has no bends on his path that could him restrain
And there is no pleasure he desires he cannot find
For in the world around him lies no pain
Within the recesses of his mind

Ah! My little One come home to me, the Night is nigh
And her haunted shadows on the fields delight
Look, the Heaven’s lamp beneath the mountains lie
Do you not see the world is ripped of her light?

Boy’s Reply:
No, no, let us play while we may
While the youth in us beckons
The Suns do not always stay
But Time never reckons

‘Tis true the old ships return to harbour
And Night’s shadows on the fields delight
And the new ships depart the shore
But then comes moonlight

Let us play now while in our childhood
Let us explore the pleasures of life
That we may be accomplished in manhood
Of our infant strife

For Time befriends no man
So let us play now while we may:
Sail the seas and reach the Moon—while we can—
Let us embrace the joys of today.