You, my girl, are learning
The art of not giving in to every whim.
You are learning to buckle down,
To build roots,
To commit.

You think you have grown old
And lost your wonder.
But I know how you look at the world:
I know that your inner child persists,
That your joy is steadfast,
That your hope remains a sacred thing in a cynical world.

You think you have grown old
And lost your wonder.
But I know how you look at the world
So I will be the one to tell you:
You haven’t.

Your awe is a great, big thing;
An ocean of stars that remain in your orbit,
That will remain in your orbit,
Even on dark days like today.

You are looking for magic
But what you do not know
Is that you are planting it.
Right now.
In this mundane, ordinary, every day,
You are filling a field of tomorrows
With something that shines.

Do not despair.

Because when the time is right,
It’ll bloom forth,
Good and true and real,
And you will remember that days like today,
Coated in rain and pain and ache,
Make the most spectacular harvest.

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