Children and their childish

Children and their childish

Helena Ferreira

In my mornings
Everything seems reborn
I hear the song of birds
And watch the sunrise.

A gentle breeze
Wakes up the daisies
Singing announces
Another morning flowering.

From the window I can see
The blue color of the sky
Clouds pass fast
Forming a white veil.

Bows of ribbon in her hair for girls
And they run with their braids
Jumping shake their dresses ...
With all the tenderness of children.

Chasing butterflies
Children with their childishness
Stumble, fall and rise ...
These children and their childish ...

But being a child now
Closed in apartments
Do not play in the wind
There are more free as before.

Ah! How good to see the children ...
With their childish! ...