A group of children read and play in harmony before a watchful sun in this peaceful scene. Scrolled across the top is an original poem from Hispanic poetry writer Pat Mora:
Gold Wings
Books open like wings,
carry me into gold
quiet, unfold into skies, deserts,
and deep, long-ago gleaming seas.
Words whisper and sing,
“We can grow paz, paz,
a gentle peace.”
© 2007 by Pat Mora
