My eyes have been the struggle in my face;

of one so young, innocent of trace.

Depth of soul mirrored trough their eyes;

the yearning, the longing, the bewildered sighs!

So young and precious, challenge their faces;

yet their hearts sing with music of graces.

Their hearts shine aglow.

They are uplifted to height of their grow.

A high-filled hope and desire-

each day soared and held to inspire-

in the palm of their hands-

with such agony brings forth and expands!

… The brightness away to future, now new light,

as each passage clears the night.

The warmth that circles and touches the very being,

engulf into flames that flicker and sing.

The screech of laughters, the gleams-

echo their enchantment, it seems!

Because it will bring new triumph and hope,

the clouds that threaten to damper with a rope-

are mystified by serenity of rain shower-

the peace…