Father
It is a dream we have.
Mother
It will be even more beautiful than this, for we shall go higher, and climb those Morning Mountains. The flowers of the Spirit grow there.
Everychild
And we shall gather them?
Father
Yes, Everychild. Come now, and bring all the others with you. We will take that path yonder to the hills.
Mother
No, wait! They are not all here. There are some missing. They must all come.