Hot sun burning
Dust lingers in the mid morning sun
Patiently shaping the coming of the rain
Not much pain when the news was preached
Instead, a deep empty gap
Blues lingered in the air
Life is unfair
Is there a juvenile heaven up in the sky?
Lonesome breezes washed away footprints
Where we used to play
Gently, the grass sways, come let’s play
It seems to say
Like you said, when the morning greeted us with nothing but play
Is there a heaven for kids, I ask the grass?
For if there is none,
Where shall he be when I too walk the broken glass?
A juvenile heaven
Victor Mavedzenge 2003