Hope; a poem: by Anano Kulalagashvili

We are growing

Our ‘pink glasses’ are disappearing

Wind is blowing

And clouds are still appearing.

We are growing

Life is going

And we should stop playing

And we should start planning.

We should be better

We should stand on the road

We are little soldiers

And we should change the world.

So, when kids are growing

Their dreams are changing

But we hope that wishes will come true

Life is sweet, life is interesting.

And the future is smiling on us and you