The blades of grass in the field are, all of them, Shining with such brilliant light and glowing Mother-nature-green as brightly as they can! and yet The sky is darker than it's ever been. Three thunderclouds are stacked together While the sun shoots out from under them. Nine children Run in front of me and twenty eight behind, The grass expanse is big and small and medium at the same time. Why are the sunbeams black, and the shadows glowing? I think this is the only frozen dance I've ever seen. I stand here, old and young, the future far and near at once, The present passing, coming by as quick! and now I hear the sound Of shouts and joyful observations in the wind. What moping voice can mope for this? How safe I feel, How dangerous my life shall be, the clouds appear, How calm and hateful are the children, people here, The ones about (no longer shout, but don't lose anger) Never tell a lie unless it works, (you may still learn but keep it secret from me). No one's honest, no one hides the truth. The clouds still drip with sunlight, smelling almost like the rain.
