My Younger Heart Comments

The dewdrops of the tip of grass smile not to see the sun for the joy of ultimate flight. Life is adventurous not to indulge in fanciful web of dream or truth beyond. At the setting sunshine of life my heart moves to divergence of my Youngling close to my being.

remains still with smile with Mellow-eyed sweetness, Life feels nourishment with Vigorous Vicissitude. The air around blows with easy assuagement, beckoning inner unespied achievement.

Heart with divine dictation dodders. When I see a small bud of my garden, Swayed with Umpteen deleterious blows of weather,

When do I see a drop of my family shining bright, With deep condescension dawn Tears of gratitude.

Old love and young longing! A combination that works very well.