As light dispels darkness and truth brings forth light
The light of life is that which pulls us through long nights
Shadows cast, the sun is setting
But the scene that we view is most befitting
Behold! The tree of thought
Under whose branches are three little kids, after a day so hot.
They come a weary way
Kicking a football endlessly through the day
But their head is held high and their will stays on
For the reason to prove themselves is strong.
Just three little kids under a blooming tree
Finding pleasurable ways to spend their time and energy
Oh! What better way than to sing a song
With a violin for company till the sun goes down.
Strumming their thoughts with their fingers
Singing their life with some words
The song is imperfect, calls for better tune
But what matters most is the dreams revealed of reaching the moon.
The joy of simplicity
The innocence of childhood
The buds of creativity
The time spend under the hood.
The manner of performance, the manner of receipt
The beauty which one fails to see in all of life’s rush and meet
Revealed by three young ones, beneath the setting sun
Brings joy to all and sorrow to none.
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