You are a welcome mat
You are a robin’s egg
A surprise to stumble on,
A sigh of content

A mountainside
A weeping willow
Strength and shade
In your vulnerable arms
I well up with pride
As I think of your peaks,
The strangers you have yet to comfort

Let’s bottle your brave
And sell it with the lemonade
Of our youthful endeavors
Long gone hopes of those once bright
Emerge at the well’s surface
Simply because you showed up,
A sparkler in July,
And tried.