To Young Adventurers

Leave your shiny machines,

Your flickering screens,

your lone yellow boot,

your forgotten flute.

Leave ballerina dolls and join the ballet,

pink ribbons flying as you leap a jete.

The princess of dance from continents to islands,

light sparkles up your arms like glittering diamonds.

Leave pirate toys and command a ship,

salt stinging your lips and the wheel at your hands.

Ropes snap in the wind, the bow glides ahead,

traverse the earth with your sails as your wingspread.

Stores can’t package adventures,

so they package pretend,

but you’re an adventurer,

so come along, my friend.