Standing tall, next to the desk,
Little boy, speaking clearly,
I want to be a farmer,
Plant seeds in the field of minds
so people can understand the hand of God and
would use the two they have better than they do now.
Raising hand quickly,
Little girl, unable to wait, shouted
I want to plant seeds in the heart of men
so they would gladly go to the grave for one another
having become acquainted with the true meaning of love.
Shy one, in the back, slowly
Raised hands, waited to be called on,
Softly, words left lips and filled room with claps,
I want to be like you…
plant seeds in the souls of the young
so they grow tall with thick branches and
so dreams could reach the limits of space and
we, no longer captives of time, live in forever
because never would drop from vocabularies
replaced by I can…I will…
that’s what I want to do.