Youth, Wood, and Water

Let us be
Like the waves
Crashing, yet calming
Cresting and falling
Our volume unbounded
Almost unfathomable

Let us hear
Like the trees
Silent, yet whispering
Muted and listening
To the wind’s song
Singing sweet harmonies

Let us see
Like the child
Clearly, yet pliantly
With jest and with piety
After all, even the pope
Wears a funny hat