For nine warm months The Big One mumbled to me about an outside world.
I heard of shining fields that wave under the wind,
the sweet perfume of a springtime harvest,
and a great chasm that turns unimaginable colors before and after a short time of dark.
I never thought it could be as true as it is.
I am not yet like The Big One
(though I long to be),
so I am not worried about happenings or business.
I know nothing of understanding or proficiency.
This is alright,
I do not need that quite yet.
I have time to discover this life because I am new.
Much love will take care of me.