Our bodies will be the playground <br /> <br />Of our souls, wondrously playing <br /> <br />Open and free <br /> <br />Like children <br /> <br />Building their first sandcastle <br /> <br />Thrilled at their skill <br /> <br />Rushing away when waves <br /> <br />Melt away their just-built fantasies <br /> <br />And happily rebuilding <br /> <br />A new one again <br /> <br />Or maybe we shall be <br /> <br />Like adventurers of yore exploring <br /> <br />Lands of gold and treasures untold <br /> <br />And returning with news <br /> <br />That we may use <br /> <br />To set forth on adventures once more <br /> <br />Discovering the playground of our souls<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-playground-of-our-souls/
