With our birth we enter the fairy tale of life…
Creator’s kind beam gives us the opening joy of being…
We drift aboard the clouds of his invisible words…
We rock on the swing of the kind rainbow sparkling out of us…
We openly smile at everyone…
But after a number of years this horizon begins to close with crimson storm-clouds…
We forget good words and thoughts…
We fill up with hatred and response anger…
We forget the way to this fairy tale given to us one day…
We do not notice the beauty of dead leaves and snow whiteness…
Because we become indifferent to everything…
After we do not notice them one day…
Simply the children who smile at the world and at us…
The children from same forgotten fairy-tale lived by us…
We are not aware yet that in such a way we lose the key to a fairy-tale…
Without which whatever comes next is meaningless….
