The pampas grass is blowing in the wind, br it is swaying to and fro, br letting go of its children to the wind. br Hoping they can take root br in some safe place. br br We watch our children br from infants to adulthood. br We shed a few tears br when they leave br to start new lives of their own. br br Every one of us br has to spread our wings br at some given time. br Our leaving maybe tearful, br but our parent’s blessings always follow us. br br And so the circle of life br goes on and on, without end. br Our children grow and leave, br and then they watch their own br do the same as them.