Timid, cautious, and somewhat shy,
we let the quiet years pass by.
Not because there is no other way,
but ripening demands a longer stay.
We are the late bloomers in a field,
where early flowers have had their yield.
Among the withered forget-me-nots,
stand blushing Marys and quiet Scotts.
In a world grown brittle, dry, and old,
their vibrant colors yet to unfold.
While others fade and fall apart,
their journey is only about to start.
Rich is the one who holds eternal youth,
and finds in every spring a deeper truth.
For those who bloom as the sun descends,
possess a light that never truly ends.
© E n i s ∞ r
song: Young Love (Feat. Laura Marling) – Mystery Jets
True wealth is blooming in your own season.
