Innocence blesses our early waxing years— The freedom possessed though not known Is a release from prejudice, hate and fear, Until seeds of worldly knowledge are sown. The senses pleasures become our growth, As pushing and striving for distant gain We cast aside the heavenly oath To replace universal love with mortal pain. Climbing blindly, grasping the unseen, We smile at the successful ascent; For riches, we lose all that has been, Forgetting our core and what it meant. The years flow by as leaves on a stream, While the doubts of waning autumn appear To the illustrious American Dream, Sprouting seeds of discontent and fear. One early spring morning we wake to greet The cul de sac of growth face to face-- Freedom from want is our earthly retreat Though lacking any knowledge of heavenly grace. As the child man searching for the key To the innocence known so long ago, We bathe ourselves in nature's simplicity, Feeling the peaceful calm of blanketed snow.