New things are beautiful,

New knowledge,

New life, new love

New experiences...

 

Wisdom is an arduous pursuit

And you are frustrated,

Because learning something new, and

strange, and foreign is difficult and terrifying

One is not so easily inclined to embrace the unknown

And then there is the question of how to move on

 

But the waves do it when they rise and have the courage

to let the sand catch their fall

The sun faces its fear of heights every single day that it rises

Birds must learn to let their independency soar just

past feeble infancy

The gentle rose, glazed in the early morning dew and

shivering in the fresh ivory light, must learn to bare its

thorns against the cold,

Because the world is not always so forgiving,

And it's cold outside and the sheets of the bed are

warm like the mid-day golden light

 

And just as nature must learn to sway with the breeze,

We must learn to dance to an orchestra of tambourine trees

 

The child must learn to walk before it runs, and the mother

must learn to unconditionally love, and the father like the earth

must be molded into a mountain, and the child like the bird must

learn that there is not always a foundation to count on

 

Sometimes you have to build your own

 

And the mother has to alter and transform to suit life's changing

hue, and the father, too, and the child must grow older, and older,

and older... and older, and older, and older, and learn to be on its

own, and worst of all, the mother and the father must learn,

 

To let go...

 

Then, one day when the father has long been gone,

And the mother is waltzing to the old tambourine song,

And laying salt where she walks

She will catch dew under the ivory light

And the day will grow older,

And older...

 

And then she will lie with the roses beneath the great golden sun

And suddenly know

And suddenly know

 

That a mother's job is hardest of all,

Because the mother only encounters thorns in seeing her love unbraided

But the thorns are only there to remind her that if her child falls,

The waves of her undying love will not have faded

And so she exhales

 

And just as nature learns to sway with the breeze,

We will all one day learn to dance to an orchestra of tambourine trees