I don’t see the children giggling, catching rain drops, smashing themselves with bundles of laughter.
I don’t see the parents watching, amused, delighted with their prodigies.
I don’t see grand parents, seeing little, hearing little but savoring the moment all the same.
I see a pregnant cloud held hostage by the sky and a rainbow searching for where to hide with all its colours splashed like a strange mix of lipsticks.
But hope is on the other side, beyond the hill,
where it dwells among the lilies of the valley.
There, I see stars dancing and the moon swaying gently like the majestic baobab tree.
There is where the fireflies sit around a barbecue to have a drink and share tales of good times.
There is where I am heading to take a front seat. But I hear foot steps behind me.
Is that you? If it is, let’s sing this song to take us there https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVHOqrw3Jks
