This boy loves to watch nature with me
He knows how to notice
To watch attentively
Marvel at behavior
Delight in quirks
I don't want this innocent delight to go away.
I see the clouds of adolescence coming.
I can’t hold off the stormy days
but I can feed his soul well in this season
In hopes that even if he forgets his love of birds and lizards
for a time
There will remain a sweet memory of it in his bones
That will resurface one day
Perhaps when he's grieving a loss alone by the waters edge
Or holding his own child on his hip, watching a cardinal
When he needs to remember how to wonder again
It will come back to him like a song he has always known
And he will notice, marvel, and delight
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