Growing up: Seeding Maturity

Better there, through and through,

The light that beams looks so true,

Nothing like the dull canopy faded

Us young ones are shaded.

Everyday, through and through,

Up the streams and past the dew,

Their freedom, still, however sore,

How can they possibly ask for more?

My turn now, through and through,

In their paths, past the blue

The adults go day and day,

Come what will and have what may.

The view I see, through and through,

I imagined my innocence was my rue,

I was wrong; the light fooled me,

Or was I the one fooled by my own decree?

Bring me back, fast and true,

But time wanes; it cannot make the Once anew.

What I thought was glory…

Bring me back to the understory.