Wouldn't you like to know?
The time,
the feel,
the right to grow:
into a man, or woman; or be the snow:
the peace it gives, like a dove taking flight,
Make snow angels in the ground, while day turns into night.

Or hear,
the sound of the wind as it whispers your name,
the voice of your folks telling you life's not a game,
the song,
the birds,
the waves as they crash,
like too many thoughts tryin' to pass
through
your head
when you get-

Inspired.