Tree Form on a Slope

Sitting on a hill.
I realize the bliss that was youth
I know the feelings that only age can bring
can bring
to a young soul learning for the first time
to breathe,
to swim,
to feel,
to hear what I cannot hear,
feel,
do,
or breathe.
I know all that is
and you know more.
There is nothing to be known.
Blue.