And in the wild, he did glow,
a radiant child in ice blue snow.
His heart, his mind, his fiery breath,
his being all aglow.
And if by chance you pass him by
and on his lips you do spy,
the starting of a summer smile,
then wait for spring, just wait awhile.
For from his lips does spring the morn,
a breaking day, a golden dawn.
This boy is life and love abounds,
so hold him close and stay around.