out the mighty earth, still the cries of children remain Upon the brightest star...
loud and incessant in many a forgotten land; Mouths parched with thirst and lips cracked, eyes desperately
turned toward the blue heavens in plead;
If only the sacred drops of rain would fall all over the
world in a million silver threads & fountains on every
corner of the earth sprout in overflow to quench thirst
of many a child; Oh how my heart would swell in song,
for my wish would not have been in vain;
Come out children o' come from behind the shade, to
play & dance in the laughing rain & taste the raindrops
on your lips; And when the rain comes to cease, look to
the heavens and behold the beautiful vibrant colours of
the majestic rainbow splashed across the sky;
Child of the universe I know not where you are, only the
twinkling stars in the wide sky serve as our bond while
we gaze in marvel at the same 'shimmers of wonder' &
upon which I cast a special wish, that mankind reconcile
with goodwill and share 'earth's' abundance with you;
Night after night I shall scan the skies in search of the
brightest star upon which I will make a silent wish of
good intent specially for You; For some day in the near
future, your children and the children of the earth will
in turn look to you for a fair and beautiful world;
Child of the Earth, may you always feel the gentle breeze
on your face & may you forever dance & laugh in the rain...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
