Laugh loudly little children, for the world
Of starlight white and angel guardians is within
Your grasp; a world where lions doze;
And lift eyelids in contented amusement at
Passing reindeer carriages, carrying gifts for all.
Stay those tears, markers of your hopeless lives;
Which pass through barren soil and find a home
In the underworld; becoming one with the river Styx.
Banish those frowns, those masks of misery.
Extend your trembling hands and reach for eternity.
Smile, as Apollo’s chariot carries you into the realm;
Where musical flowers drink your tears of happiness.
And sing lullabies to their new found little angels.
