Lay down in the dewy wet grass of a fresh spring dawn,
And look to the gently waking heavens stretched out from where you lie,
This is a good day for the child that still lives within those tired old eyes,
To cast its innocent gaze upon the subtle beauty of the morn’,

Ease your weary back of its herculean burdens,
Ease your weary mind of all duplicity and lies,
That this manic world of ours so readily supplies,
Hush the nagging inner voice and its harsh disturbance,

Let the infant in your soul feel the warmth of coming sunlight,
Let it smile as it rejoices in the beauty of the day,
Nurture it as if it was your own child at play,
It has ever lived within you yearning for the light,

And thus it is that you must gently hold this echo of your youth,
This infant at your heart that reminds you why you live,
To offer in good faith to others the best that it can give,
Its gentle joy in living and its wonder and its truth.