Love is born in infant new, brittle, blind and delicate. Grass be soft and sky is blue and all the world is perfect. But as love grows as does a child Like winter forms to spring birds alight on branches high as wind bolsters them to sing.
As we teach young minds to learn we teach them how to care. We no longer teach them how to yearn. Our instructions, to drown them clean as we teach to love, we teach to swim: toss them to the sea.