Bright sincerity drips off him
Like an early morning dew,
With sharp charisma blossoming
At the idea of something new.
His arms outstretched to greet
Whatever may come to him next,
No thought to darkness lurking –
His only thoughts on reaching best.
The best of what he could have been,
The best of what he is,
The best of what the future holds,
With all its promises.
And though the day drags on again,
The sun dipping far beyond the trees,
He fights the cold and dark still night,
Letting his dreams travel with the breeze.