the sound of the grass growing in the sun

Oh you will wake up some morning
to the sound of the grass growing in the sun
Oh your hair became darker
And your head is riding higher than it’s ever been
Oh your legs are running
And your stride is wider
Wider than you’ve ever known,
Oh the robins flying are
Building their nests out of your childhood.

-Joseph Pintauro “Box of Sun”

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