Come out from behind your side of the fence,
For when you die and leave no trace,
You will become the land
Where others will race to own you.
So be like the children,
And when you chase your tug-of-war,
Face the weakness in gaining ground
That will never truly be yours.
Embrace that common ground.
Feel the grace
And that ultimate place of collective strength
In pulling for each other.
Fences and ropes, ownership and power, cultural values practically as old as the hills around them, will leave their imprint on these children at play. Survival is the ultimate name of the game. But for now, all ages and genders work together to navigate the absolute wonder of life. And while they’re just learning the ropes, they still feel free to bend the rules and simply be “pulling for each other.” The innocence of children, a lesson to be relearned by all.