I remember, I touched a child
so wild, that it brought summer,
and sunshine, like I called out an eventual number!
And the rain, in the birth, that night
moistened my soul alright,
like even the heights cause a flight!
This day, is everyday
If I choose it to be the madness and mayhem of May
yet, with the knowledge that for the spring-field gardens I lay in wait
But it was late July
when the world didn’t die
but rose up to enunciate my sky
And I knew that even dying is freedom
Like it is, in an eternal kingdom
of which, each of us had such wisdom!
