Watching the innocence of children when hearing music and its rhythms, seeming to pick up their bright spirits, causing them to move into rhythms of melodies.
Arms swinging, feet tapping, minds filled with the essence of youth as it's being tempted in darkness all around us here at Desert Ridge.
A wonderful place to watch and learn how the inner child comes out into the open, feeling intense moods of excitement
and holding closely to proper rhythms.
Emitting talent and beauty being seen in depths of a child freely moving to the beats and tempos as they fall open in the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem