What will our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts
wanting to play,
the way beings with wings should?
Will they have dreamed
of flight and gathered the strength
from the planets
that all men and women need
to balance the wonderful charms
of the earth so that her power and beauty
does not make us forget our own?
I know all about the ways of the heart –
how it wants to be alive.
Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything,
even abuse, just to flicker for a moment.
But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you,
for I sing those words.
What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us fly?
~Mavlana Jalaladin Rumi
(1207-1273 Persian Poet and Mystic)