Have you ever wondered what babies dream?
wonderfully different than ours it would seem.
Without knowing the great sin of this land,
Their dreams before them remain so grand.
Stand tall and over them quietly view,
And pray tell what feeling takes hold of you.
As you realize they must only dream of the life before,
Where the purple winged butterflies and great falcons soar.
Where vast verdant fields span before their eyes,
And tall above shine magnificent blue skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem