The stream of life has now started to find its way through a tiny world in the midst of an infinite universe. It flows through a world of fantasy, joy and wonder almost unknown to those who have long since forgotten. Stones turn to gold and horses start flying while little hands pluck the stars from a coloured sky. Days last like years and years seem to never end. Thoughts and intentions are as pure and innocent as the white snow on a fresh winters day.
If one could only catch the smile of a child's face on a dark and dreary day he would fill his soul with the melody of an everlasting spring. This garden of detached growth may continue to fulfil its purpose if this human touch filled with motherly care and true understanding will never wane.