For those who are, bright faces sprout fresh and new, each run forward, for a cause. Little feet skip like frogs, scampering on the field. No obstacle dared to keep them back.
For those who are, everyone in motion for those not able to run for a cause. The ones who had to stay behind.
For those who are, mothers join fathers and pace themselves, as they watch their kin. They choose to race, these sons and daughters, sprinting eagerly for a cause. Legs moving and darting in honor of the legs that are left to lie in bed.
For those who are, a sum of a thousand and more heads, breaths brushing, dash by
