Song of the Youthful Soul

March 10, 2011

O sing to me of summer and the days

When beauty walked unwounded through the land

Our fathers held in reverence, with praise

To unknown gods they tilled with conscious hand.

O teach me all the secrets of the earth,

How flowers yield their fragrance to the sky,

The wonderment and mystery of birth

And life; why sadness comes and love must die.

O sing to me of our lost harmony,

How man creates and why he must destroy,

Of beauty's touch and instants of ecstasy,

Why sorrow tinges every face of joy.

O teach me to find my soul that dwells within

And know myself a being born of light,

Freed from the past let my song begin

Of love and oneness as our native right.