Youth unto Age, none would assume
Seen evenly reacting.
Ploughed up field, smooth lush green days'
Sun, rain as feels the same in.
That vibrancy, did it but snap
Nerve-flexed, hyperactive?
Quit-sparked running's; the child's indeed!
Through some anxious-shook fit?
Hare's, skink's gentle kingdom, shared with;
As those storm-frights permit.
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