Don't grow up too quickly
Let nature set the pace
Of that gentle evolution
To fill the adult space
If cords may seem to bind you
They also hold and guide
Rush not to cut and burn them
Those
ties that time will slide
Spring does not hold back the sunshine
That provokes the buds to flower
The sun's rays will get warmer
Beauty will judge the hour
Place trust in those around you
To
open the wicket gate
That leads to fields and pastures
And the winding path of fate
But in the closed walled garden
Your mind should not be still
Invent the future slowly
Map pathways up the hill