I want the unequivocal YES,
I want the sweet joy of riding bikes under the arching trees toward home,
I want whatever beautiful plant this is to grow in the garden of my mythical dream.
Oh Future, my Future,
envelope me with the regal fierceness of a July afternoon,
serenade to me with the gentle piercing call of dawn,
reach up to me through this rich earth
and show me where to plant these eager starts.