Infant time like ornaments in the place garden
the youthful stage like
young morning sun feel in the body
like it should not faded away
it will be tomorrow before
it could come back again or not even
so nourishing and nutritious
amid its tiny hand lays on head of the earth
sosweetful of swaetful melt
as i want to remain like and unold
i like to remain as i am
with the brain settles on another brand
thought freshly and full with radiancies
who say the "young shall grow"
either it will grow or not i don't know
as truly "the young shall grow"
but i must grow before i grow
as iknow the morning cock must crow
and i must have grown taller among crow'd
and pass freely through the sticky forest
then i will touch my mind in cross-form
andinvite the greys to my head
then i will becomeinfant man before my boys
then i will remain the grown-no with growing colors
so children mindful of ELDER
because you are coming to become walking-stick