Spring of Youth

To you, who Ran

Children play during the spring

The sun captures the picture of two

Doting and enjoying the meadow

Hand-in-hand, they play

Between the two, there is a game

A game that is hidden to the players

Yet the two masterfully play

Tiptoeing once, twice

The third move is made

One creates the break

Another looks through the crack

The two see, yet they are blind

Their game, they can feel it

Both know, it will end soon

Neither wants to stop playing

So they tiptoe once more

Children play during the spring