The seeds grew
walk and run
Keep doing it as regularly
as strong
Sitting cross-legged under the tree canopy will be
As white
a strange feeling of being happy
He made a speech
like any other boy
as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast
as Dickon
as if fairies had tended them
as soldiers go through drills
as snow
like a grown up person
like sitting in a sort of temple
