Youthful

My Childhood

Born and died on a hook called quietnes

In stillness growing with contemplative reference

Until mellow flowers and cattails calm

Burst into artistic being

And now, having been reborn on the same mountain breeze

My perspective has changed entirely

To adopt the sun, and in moonlight — (to)

Forgive the past her true

For as dirt is dead and dies eternally

The seed breathes and lives on in life and death

To reflect the water on the aspiring breeze

Cabin, breeze, perspective, calm