Original Date: March 31

Dear
Son

On
the
path
to
the
dream

you will uncover many treasures

and
encounter
stubborn
obstacles


which may spring up when you least expect

so
when
you
trip
on
roots
and
rocks

and rub the skin raw off your shin

do
remember,
while
you're
sitting

(perhaps feeling
sorry for
your self)

to touch
the cool
green fuzz of moss

and see the dazzling sun dancing

and hear
the
glorious
song of
birds,
as they call to one another

and when you've rested you'll continue,

with love
and
beauty

while
wisdom
waits

with patient trust

in
your
arrival