A tree now fecund, a fruit ripe with time,
a childs innocence has begun to sublime.
A mind confused in the beauty of lifes rhyme,
finally decides to begin adulthoods long climb.
A stranger lost in a brand new land,
the changes are all they wish to understand.
A mind so innocent, naive, and bland,
pleads that their knowledge will expand.
Yet the fear of change haunts a parents mind,
the loss of their little angel is too much to handle.
A thought of maturation makes them blind,
so they flee to the church to light their candle,
and cry for Christ to come help this unwind.
Still when he comes they are to stubborn to follow-















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