Circle of children.
\nMothers,
\nclapping to the beat
\nof a rhyme,
\nand a song,
\nflitting from throat to throat,
\nimmaculate sound.<\/p>\n
I open my wings,
\nslowly,
\nin the garden of innocence.
\nReturn,
\nfrom the sleep of river
\ncountries,
\nforeign and strange.
\nI rejoin my people.
\nThe souls of the mothers.
\nOpen trees
\ngrowing in the sky.
\nOpen flowers
\nreceiving me.<\/p>\n
I am joy,
\nI sing.
\nI walk on grass
\nand hold water in my hands.
\nWe are a tribe of light,
\na house of color.
\nI rise dancing and singing
\nfrom the earth.
\nJubilation of JOY!<\/p>\n
*An early childhood music education program<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Circle of children. Mothers, clapping to the beat of a rhyme, and a song, flitting from throat to throat, immaculate sound. I open my wings,…<\/p>\n