YOUNG children playing in the field
of love, there are beatiful trees,
fresh cut grass, and hope, that with
their flags, they can show the world
that with out love, there is no peace.
YOUNG children laughing and playing
in the rain, this is their time, to
take hold of life, and write it all
down, so their children can see, that
with out love, there is no peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem