To the children

-Miguel Nebrida, 2009

Tiny feet of the sons and daughters
Hiked through the woods and rocky roads
Their smiles and giggles
Mingled with the buzz of bees
A symphony with the songs of birds.

Down the mountains and through the ranges
Rays of the waking suns collide
Shadows of mahoganies and
Dews in the foliage
Cries of creatures hanging from the trees.

Down through the plain and valleys
Lay the rocks and pebbles
Like toys for little hands and minds
Where beneath the golden ground
Were treasures of the Mines.

Tender feet of sons and daughters
Kissed the hands of foreign lands
Where giggles and laughters reigned, we
Sailed in the oceans, scattered in the sands
We were treasures of the Mines.