Run through the sunlight’s core
Children of the Rain
Smile little and feel the heat
Breathe a new day
Comfort in the fact
That nothing spends the night-
Nothing that can be felt or seen
Preclude the shadows of existence
That takes lesser men’s breath
Words swell on the tongues of innocence
Whispered on a Sunday Morning
A ball, a child playing in the cove
Unnoticed for the world to see-
Unnoticed by the tide of emotion
Temper the belief that all is all
And never is never
Explore the reaches
Of the bottom of the cone
Gather the prize
Located near the center of the box-
Located only by the Children of the Rain
JBS