The leaves fell, gently caressed by the wind,
An ecstasy of color, then the cold north breeze
Brings on a new age.
A new age, a birthday,
A new way that I hope will bring you
To the warmth of love.
In the age of youth
What we are is what we feel;
Adults seem so cold like cutting steel,
But what we are is what we feel...

I take you as yourself;
Not judging; not judged;
Only wanting the best
Direction for your growing.
The hands of a future reach out
Beyond our grasp.
Sometimes it seems easier to change what has past
Then to change what we cannot grasp.

The things that are, and the things we shouldn’t allow
With the love and struggle of new directions,
Come and pass like changing tides
And, with all these things, we must choose
And pick many sides