Bringing the Roar to the Dojo Floor

So lately Maya and I have been reading "Bringing the Rain to Kapiti Plain" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBDqPOd-eXI) , which is one of my favorite children's books.  This morning I woke up at 6:30, could not fall back asleep, and could not get this damn book out of my head. (It is quite catchy. Go ahead, try it.) Later, my sleep deprived, over caffeinated self couldn't stop staring at the beautiful sun coming through the brand new windows of the dojo. (Probably while I was supposed to be doing something else. Teaching wee ones perhaps.) 

And I was a poet once. Really I was.

Hence, this.

This is the floor of the dojo.

This is the sun, that pierces the clouds

and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the air, all heavy with sound

that comes from the shouts of the students around.

The crackling air is warmed by the sun

that pierces the clouds 

and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the child, only four

who punches the air with a lion's roar.

the crackling air, all heavy with sound

that comes from the shouts of the students around

that is warmed by the sun

that pierces the clouds 

and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the smile, that lights up the eyes

of one little boy who was timid and shy

The tiny child, only four

who punches the air with a lion's roar.

the crackling air, all heavy with sound

that comes from the shouts of the students around

that is warmed by the sun

that pierces the clouds 

and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the parent, who peers through the door

and watches his child on the dojo floor

He sees the smile that lights up the eyes

of one little boy who was timid and shy

The tiny child, only four

who punches the air with a lion's roar.

the crackling air, all heavy with sound

that comes from the shouts of the students around

that is warmed by the sun

that pierces the clouds 

and brightens the floor of the dojo.

This is the heart, all swollen with pride

That witnesses the joy occurring inside

The heart of the parent, who peers through the door

and watches his child on the dojo floor

He sees the smile that lights up the eyes

of one little boy who was timid and shy

The tiny child, only four

who punches the air with a lion's roar.

the crackling air, all heavy with sound

that comes from the shouts of the students around

that is warmed by the sun

that pierces the clouds 

and brightens the floor of the dojo.

Yup, that's my day.
How's yours going?