| The Beauty of a Youthful Soul |
| The world around us, some can see Beauty in each lean birch tree. To my mind's eye what's oh so rare Is this beautiful boy just standing there. Look at him just standing there Once it was blond, now auburn hair. His gentle hands betray the grace Suggested by his wondrous face. His jeans suggest this mornings race With frogs and snakes and keeping pace With buddies running long the shore They beckon him to join their war. But this child's mind's in another mood, Of fields and clouds and solitude. Of confusion brought by his love for a friend And the love that moves through his heart never ends The summer sun lights up his face Yet none can see his hiding place. Not shades alone lock him inside His secret life he hope's a lie. Oh, gentle boy just standing there With thoughts to wondrous to compare To worldly treasure or poet's song In God's own grace, where you belong. Oh lovely child with thoughts so rare Cast out the world and leave it there. Behold your youthful beauty bright And sleep in comfort through the night. |
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| Night.Owl |