Where are the children, who can they be.
Answer this poem and you shall see :

Oceans adrift, foaming dreams.
Echo amidst bones and fire.

Sea urchins leach the calloused bow.
Ashened gray as atoms rest.

As pendulum sways rythym is formed.

Emerald green shall permeate.
Elixer fair with gold delight.

Bending arms, aged hands,
Waves of power, cliffs on high.

Depths and breadths cannot be reached,
For minds are cold, fast asleep.

Tiny unseen slivers shall melt the snow.
And you my child shall certainly know.

It is not mother nature that man suspects.
If you could but see I will show you the rest.
Then my child you will know you are blessed.

The tune of the bird does whistle and peep.
Ho, ho the people are fast asleep.
Senses and fences and cold cold minds.
Will a child be sad at what one finds?

Think not your thoughts for it is a battle.
The ships move fast, like a rattle.

If you know what to look for
you will find the big white door.

Deep is the call, walk down the hall, find the all.

Hear, hear, bend thine ear.
for it is so near to you my sweet dear.

Love is on fire, higher and higher,
can you stand the test, like some of the rest?

Clouds are forming in rings above.
Ships are flying like sweet gentle dove.

Hear me, hear me now,
for I shall show you how.

Solar eclipse shall fill the day,
Planets aligned shall make Earth men sway.

Ancients in number shall rise up and live,
The greedy shall understand that they did not give.

Seven and seven shall cover the Earth.
Consider the number of thy birth.

Color the sky silver gray,
Remember I have chosen you this day.

Questions and answers shall inundate,
and you shall not be driven by fate.

Mysteries are open to pure of heart.
They are freely given, so think thyself not smart.

Do you not see the wind and the sea?
How they honor and bend down to me?

All things are simple if man will but see.
Open your heart completely and come onto me.

Cold icy fingers grip poor mankind.
Black ugly creatures devour his mind.

He thinks they are thoughts that cloud up his thinking,
and all the time they are leaches that cause all the stinking.
Stench and decay that carry away.

The sweetness of life await those who have faith in the light.
For he has power to give those who call out at the pleasure of sight.

I talk of sight do you know what I mean?

High high, low low,
Evenly present for you to know.