“Breathe fair these breaths, for these are your last breaths of true life.
For you are of ripeness unknown to you young. Never again will air pass through your lungs so full, so bright.
And the cold stone and slap of feet. The breeze and the rumpus warmth carried on the song of the trees.
This is all so clear now. In time it shall fade, all shall fade. The the crisp rocks will blur. And the water will muffle, and the breath deep in your lungs will cease to be, becoming shallow and thin.
The youth, wasted on the young, who are scarce to look back and know of their riches.”