The world was over spread,
For everyone was sleeping unaware of the dread.
Changes took place every second,
With a pace that won’t end.
They were immaculate,
They did not know the gate.
From dreaming to accomplishing their wishes,
The stepped to a boat which took them to rushes.
Working hard to cure each heart,
They moved on to paths which were tart.
But, with the zest to bring smile to each face,
They were curious for they had to win each race.
To change the world,
For it was chronologically curled.
They had the power,
To make a difference in each flower.
Starting from being a bud,
They reached overcoming each fud.
THEY are the present,
THEY will mark the future.
They will run each moment,
And become the future gent.