( Heavenly Wishes... ) Without shoes or worries, the children swam their laughter through the fountain that flowed with an eager pleasure; the delight for a day that wafted with their bursting wish. They seemed content, a warm and suspended satisfaction brushing against blameless limbs dangling over the rim, copper and silver grinning the hunger of expectation. We put all of our prayers into a dime, and, without a shard of want, save for the tender wishes coming true, we lobbed it down and I asked the children to make their wishes for goodness, craft them of a love for mankind, for goodness to be made known. Even the dog beamed its happy teeth in humble righteousness. Everyone laughed, as if they’d finally recognized paradise standing before them, green happiness danced of childhood, turning eyes aloft in innocent belief, hands hugging the sky, fondness puckering lips as our love's coin was mad flung to heaven. ©...
(The Weaver's Song)