Step lightly, softly, upon the tender young ground.
Talk gently, lovingly into the whispering atmosphere.
Feel peacefully, joyfully, right where you are at
this moment.
Nothing can take the place of a memory you choose to
be etched in your mind for life.
Politely being all you hold within, taking the risk
of letting others step curiously in.
Holding hands like children, trusting, step lightly,
softly, upon the tender young ground, especially when
it rains within.
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