As the sun begins to set,
As the birds fly back home,
As the wind gets biting,
And as death begins to take over life,
Flows in a group of young boys and girls,
Swaying and singing, dancing and running,
Careless and free, full of life and void of fears.
When the world begins to change its ways,
When the rest choose to walk away,
There are young lives which step in,
To shower life, on those who cease to live.
For here slept souls without ever waking up,
For here there was no care for new learning,
For here experience was already recorded and stored,
For here was each day the same and every night the same grave dark,
But also here these children opened their arms wide, fearlessly
Also here with every dying night, a new day was given life
Also here every evening a new page was read out aloud,
Amidst the certainities of closure, here took breath curiosity in the lap innocent laughter.
And for all the cold motionless stones,
For all the trees turning old,
For all the fading colours and shades,
For all the flesh buried dead,
There still bloomed flowers pink and yellow,
There still danced the grass lush green,
There still sun shone bright and warm,
There still was life in its own surreal form.
