Adolescence is like a crushed and rusted aluminum can,
Left empty in the burning sun of the desert,
Beside a scarcely traveled road.
A torn-up love letter burning in the flame of an open fire.

Adolescence is also a quiet lake nestled in a small clearing,
On the side of a heavily forested mountain at dawn.
A starlit summer sky on a warm September night.
And a beautiful rainbow in the midst of fluffy white clouds,
On the dawn following a stormy summer night.

 

February 25, 1985