the thistle years come as frightful
   fears to the descending moon within your heart.
 industrial walls claw with demanding
   calls to the open-eyed; please stop your
   wilful heart.
 you're too small to be brilliant,
   too well-natured to know the world;
   read books, study,
   get a job.
 but wiry welcomes seldom
   shelter acceptance and heed my words,
   it won't stop.
  you are not designed for oppression,
  not wired for devastation
   your heart is pure, that is all.
  so open your eyes and do not
   keep them from being wide,
   see the world in all its glory
                                             (and shame).
   you are human and you are nature
   and there you have always 
   belonged, with a mind filled with passion
   and a heart
   filled with love.
   disappointment will not
   grip you should you live within your
   heart, so please, my friend,
   don't you
   play with it,
   please,
   don't even start. 

- Charlotte Griffiths