To be young
is a gift,
in the hands of a nation,
…One full of lavender mornings,
creatures in dance
and
lulu songs of hope
playing
to the fears
and fragile hearts…
To be young,
Gifted,
South African
It’s a stellar glory,
One that ferrets
our rainbow wishes
beyond the color of our eyes,
and stir deeply into the centre,
in awe,
as if life has just begun.
To be young
Is a song
Which we dance to,
find joy in
unwilling to let go
of the notes,
to an unending rapture.