Children ran through the echoing forest making
Music while crushing autumn leaves with
Their worn out sandals giggling because
Although they felt the thrill of their throbbing hearts

Their shortness of breath reminded them that
They should seek for a shelter dry their clothes
Catch their breath and then who knows what comes
Next? The soft pitter-patter of the rain on the leaves
Continued while they took off their dripping raincoats
And placed the treasure of their nightly adventure
On the floor of the sheltered bus stop. I think that
We are going to return home on time said Vanni
And smiled at Arvin radiating the unknown to her
Careless beauty. Yeah and next week our island
Of stones will be covering the entrance to the underwater
Cave can you imagine how it will feel if we find human bones

Like in that maya cenote in Mexico’s Yucatán?