I hope the vast forests and winding rivers still remain
Before they are destroyed by the modern profit gain.
I hope your lungs can take deep breaths while you stare up at the sky
And behold the wonders of this world with forever wondrous eyes.
I hope the mountains remain capped with ice and snow
For you to venture toward the peaks to see the world below.
I hope the birds will carry on with their same familiar songs
And that you can take the time to stop and sing along.
I hope you can appreciate the dirt between your toes
The smell of an early morning rain and the foggy pasture lows.
I have no doubt your mother will carry on with her glee
Skipping with you in the meadow, two like souls - wild and free.
I hope that as a father i can be your biggest fan
Your shoulder rest, wiper of tears, prime example of a man.
I hope my mother and my dad will get to see you grow
Perhaps they will still be here to watch your seeds be sown.
I hope this life shows you everything you need to see
Regardless of the obstacles and uncertainty.
For all the things I hope for, it comes down to nothing more
Than an adventure you take only once with a craving for just one more.
About the Creator
Dan Pittman
I write to encourage perspective. I write to challenge readers to really peel back the layers of their mind and get their hands dirty. Our brains are fascinating and even moreso when we dive deep into their depths.
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