They go up and down steep hills.
Handsome roosters still dream about beautiful hens.
Their legs take cold showers of morning dew on the weeds.
Step aside to make way for their rushing feet.
They hear the peyee-peeyee of the crickets , and the twee-twee of half-awake lizards.
They run..like fish dancing with sea waves.
The bread sellers rushing to keep their breads hot for their customers.
Roads of white turf and road of red clay.
Butterflies brush their power-covered wings against the children’s sweat-dripping faces.
Singing their grandparent’s last words.
Learning A and Learning B , a hum today, a song tomorrow.