In youth there was no search for deeper meaning,
no soul seeking of the truest of truths
only laughing, loving, leaving, and living,
not caring what each tomorrow would bring.
For I knew without fail the brilliant sun would shine,
a luscious full moon would light a coal black night
and it was enough because the young have little time
for gazing or seeking wisdom from the star-specked sky.
The more I age there is an enlightened understanding
for the essence of life flies with shimmering butterfly wings,
grows in sprouts of tender seeds with the freshness of spring,
breathes in the flaming red sunset coloring a pink velvet sky
and I marvel why it took so long to realize the beauty of life.
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Kerry Says, what is Metamodernism?