With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again.
Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children."
—Rabindranath Tagore (Gitanjali)
I discovered this wonderful poem on Anna's blog, Our Homeschooling Journey, http://days-that-never-end.blogspot.com/ Thank you for sharing the work of one of your favorite poets with us, Anna!