Vibrant flash behind his eyes
A light of nature and fun
His hopeful mind's garden wilts
But its legacy is never done
The emeralds may fall and fail
Losing touch with his young fate
Glittering seas of fanciful greens
Some days the tides are of hate
As neon becomes numb
And his lumberjack cuts trees
They still find his lone bud
And within him beautiful seeds
