Little boys blue or yellow or green
Whatever shade you feel today
Blow your horns
Sing your songs
Cry your sorrows
Tell your stories
Explore the corners of your world.
Ask impossible questions
Search for the root children.
Play.
I will find you
Rosy checked and beautiful
Nestled against Mother Earth’s heart
Grass clinging to bare feet
Today’s treasures heavy in pockets
And we will walk home
hand in hand.