The Sound of Youth
The sound of youth to me,
Is akin to a babbling brook,
Shaded by the mature trees,
Until it is ready to emerge,
Bubbling with enthusiasm,
For all the expected adventures to come,
On it's journey toward seas yet unseen,
And unknown,
That promise great things,
For those that can take the rough with the smooth.
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