Dear Son of Mine.
I don’t want you to
grow up before you mature.
Take your time.
Be a child.
Play, laugh, sing,
fall, cry, fight…
Most importantly though, grow.
From within the heart and soul.
Be wise and kind with your surroundings.
Be humble and thankful to the earth
because She raised you,
and it’s to her that
you will hurry
when you’re troubled.
Be at peace with yourself,
and the ones around you
because peace is a spring breeze
filled with the birth of sensual scents
and the chirping of the birds
but anger is a raging storm
at sea, swallowing all in it’s path
bubbles floating to the top.
Calm down child,
with life comes the turbulent
waves at sea.
They will soon pass,
to reveal the bubbles.
Bubbles.
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