The children play among their parents.
\nThey are the pure, transparent
\nrivulets of childhood.
\nWhat do you call the smiles
\non their faces?
\nIt is spontaneous sky.
\nIt comes from a happiness
\nnot dependent on anything.
\nThey have no fences around them.
\nNo locked gates.
\nThey are earth when it opens
\nin the morning.
\nThe fresh tide of water.<\/p>\n
A child will love you without reason.
\nLook to you for strength,
\nnot notice your weakness.
\nThey will come to you
\nwhen you call,
\nand weep at your anger.
\nTheir souls are an open palm.
\nThey judge us
\nby the way we touch them,
\nand if we don\u2019t scare them,
\nthey come back
\nagain and again to play,
\nand share their treasures.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The children play among their parents. They are the pure, transparent rivulets of childhood. What do you call the smiles on their faces? It is…<\/p>\n