Thriving thrush and widened poppies
Blinding green; a blanket, sprawling
The snow recedes, nature ignites
Wrapped in heat, and warmth, the light

Just like the renewal of my unfolding time
Stepping out from the shadow of my mine
Twas dug deep into the hillside of youth
Slowly we’re pushed out, hatched, spooked

It’s time for growth, and strength, and spirit
Walking towards the stones to clear them
Pushing, heaving, life goes on
A rumble of waves and thunder and drums

My feet will meet the ancient rough
Emotion of awe and surrealism erupt
Highlands and high towns , all that I’ve wanted
cobblestone streets I have always trusted

A young heart, fragile and whole
Unperturbed by the reality of the world
Blissful ignorance and glowing souls
Every experience felt ten fold

A young heart, tender and warm
Giggles of laughter within this storm
Like the protection of an old trees bark
An innocent smile that keeps out the dark

A young heart, undisturbed and still
A life force of incomparable will
Lighting the candles of old and lacking wicks
Simple and yet to be complex

A young heart, passing through time
The path of life is not a straight line
Remember and do not harden so
There is never a need to grow old