Eager tapping of hearts that would dance on the earth when grass is fresh and soft
Full of dew and life that smells of earth and spring rain
Such is the spirit of youth so new it is to draw in first breath of air
The very scent of life begun and life ever til that day when death should reign
But this young flower knows not the end moment
Thinking only of the rhythm that is now and ever-changing, ever-living
It is where invention and creation exists
This is the hub of the soul’s communion with the universe
This is the spiritual abyss of glory –
So why strip and rob without intention, the very source of all that is?
Why sacrifice the soul to rob the body of life?
Why answer to rules of human condition – if only we were so astute;
To know more than what we are become --
Trained soldiers of fortune without conscience
For the glory of manmade providence short-lived
Weakened to the substance of bribery and comradery
Without the cadence of musical motion for allowing deafness
To the sounds of the reality beyond our body’s truly imperfect vision.
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