Natural Perfection

The adolescent finds,
In just the time of all his troubles,
A perfect harmony as he swings;
Back and forth to the creak, creak
Of his childhood play set.
The in-between times are in-between.
This is natural. This is perfectly how it should be.
He does not know that all his questions
Will become the answers
And that that will be ok.
Yet in the back and forth, back and forth
He experiences that natural perfection.

The End

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