as strong
As white
a strange feeling of being happy
He made a speech
walk and run
The seeds grew
Sitting cross-legged under the tree canopy will be
Keep doing it as regularly
like any other boy
as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast
like sitting in a sort of temple
like a grown up person
as soldiers go through drills
as snow
as Dickon
as if fairies had tended them
