From which silence rings,
Virtue it brings,
Cracks into a smile,
Crow feet or not,
Laughter agile.
What for?
Some wonder,
Why the warm change,
Has winter turned summer?
Or the colour blue, orange?
But for the love of the children,
She tries; they try,
Where once were ignorance,
Now tears in their eyes.
All they can do,
Is love, teach,
And practise what they preach.
When will the kids realise,
That change only in their hands lie.
Until then,
We try.
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