The births flow in around the clock
A newborn soul enters in the stock
You say everyday should be like this
Noticing how each day you have eternal bliss
If each newborn lays awake wondering where
Just what’s at stake, we would place them
In your nursery, your lullabies that wake us
By the morning, in glory and peace with each
Season, we all age at different rates
Some wonder if they have found the gates
To the fountain, issuing forth youth
Looking to you, it seems a Queen
Sent her Conquistador
Missing the spring
Found the tree
Bathed in the shade
He ate the bark
And was finally set free.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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