It is a pretty little thing,
is it there?
There it is, living and breathing
walk along, watch it, feel it, be it.

Free as we say we are,
Careless but I swear to you I care.
I know impossible is a tale,
tales are not truthful.

The new generation for a short time
hold potential in our eyes wonder in our hearts.
Where does the youth go?
It is a pretty little thing.

Lucy Jane

(I like to write, thought I would share some)