A Wishful Try

Summertime in a school. A butterfly is hopping on a beautiful flower, a real magic moment with lots and lots of green, a moment can be a nap time too, with a dream effect in real time zone. O baby boy, tell me please, what do you see? A little bright sky, chirping with a bird effect, from a distant memory. O baby boy, tell me please, is it too far away? O , I don’t know, mom, I don’t know, it is perhaps only a day away! Sometimes, you just keep on running and running and running. I don’t know and you don’t know, but we all run, we keep on inhaling and exhaling and we just keep on running. A world awaits with a soil, for us in sublimation, for us in humility, it finds us barefooted, and we keep on running, running and running. A friend who runs with you on that moment, must be a true friend. A friend who sees the world around you, with your vision must be a true friend, indeed. The little hands are the strongest hand, that touch us somewhere deep inside, in observation, and in need of more observation of the innermost soul to be believing in goodness, grace and in fortitude too. O baby boy, please tell me, will you be there with me, on that day? I don’t know, mom, I don’t know, hold my hands to make a wishful day!!!