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Youth Magic MAG
Multi-colored jewels carpet the long green blades of grass
reaching like arms slowly toward the sky.
As if in a party, fallen leaves mingle
among an endless playground.
Now round the leaves up like soldiers.
Lead them single file up the hill to battle under the command
of general rake.
Line up rough and tough men
to the sound of the drum roll,
and prepare them to fight, kill, and die for their country.
Gunshots echo through the air
as blood drips off the wounded leaves streaked
with veins scampering in every which way
and dotted with a stem.
They all patiently wait for an eager child.
Be blind to the real world as far as war.
Remember, a child has only experienced
battles between leaves.
A blank mind about guns, bombs, wounds, and deaths.
Be an innocent soul
who has the power to make leaves become
something they're not.
Run, jump, dive, topple over, and somersault
with energy, speed, and excitement,
face coated with smiles and happiness
into what will feel like a soft, fluffy cloud in heaven.
Sculpt them swiftly
into a colorful palace of joy.
Use small pudgy fingers to grab
at rubies, emeralds and contentment.
Those fingers belong
to a youngster with many years ahead of him.
Like Michelangelo, hurriedly sprinkle and carve,
making the pile the perfect size and shape.
As the final leaf has been topped off
like a red cherry on a sundae to
this monstrous fort,
grin and prepare for flight
off a low hanging branch of a dark brown aged oak.
Like a diver in a race,
assume starting position, never losing possession
of those sparkling little dimples.
A bullet shooting out of a gun
as you soar through the air
into a crunchy mattress full of satisfaction.
Strong sturdy bones
prevent the magical grin from turning to a frown.
Smiling, spring up.
Let a tingly sensation of cheerful shivers
flow through your spirit.
Now
shrink.
Become a child again.
Let go of worries.
Let go of knowledge that might be harmful
to youth.
Is it really impossible
to recapture childhood?
Or is it just
in the mind?
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