To the Youthfilled Heart

While you are young, take time to sit in forests-
or by lakes where the lore gets told
by firesides under radiant and starry nights.
While you are young,
let your tongue catch the song sung in the morning breeze,
let it dance to the tune as it echoes to distant seas.
And while you are young, let your lungs burn from running,
ever running
to chase the sunrise as it dances on the edge of where land meets sky.
Before age and weary days tire us
and before we succumb to the numbness of the pace we've been told to keep-
my dear, let us run and not sleep,
with our wild, childlike eyes taking in the life we meet-
so take a seat in forests,
get lost in wild for a while,
and take it in, don't close your eyes-
not while you're still young enough to let your spirit run towards the sunrise skies