Children
Dances through time
Ancient rites, once revered, now reel
In playgrounds where children peal
With laughter, unaware of the seal
That time has placed on what was real.
Solemn steps of shamans past
Morph into games that last and last,
As cultural currents, swift and vast,
Erode the essence, unsurpassed.
Tribal truths, once held so dear,
Trickle down through time's frontier.
Sacred symbols disappear,
Leaving echoes faint but clear.
Profound becomes profane, we find,
As generations leave behind
The weight of wisdom, once enshrined,
Now light as air and unconfined.
From archaic altars to schoolyard scenes,
The dance of time intervenes,
Transforming what tradition means—
A metamorphosis of memes.
So sacred turns to silly play,
As yesterday fades into today.
Yet in this change, we might survey
The threads that bind us, come what may
