I hope your days brim with promises of firsts and the wisdom of been-theres.
I dream of mountains that will build you up and will fight for rivers to quench your goals.
I distress over extinct moments that have left no room for change.
I know a lot is not right now. And tomorrow, however wrong it may be, ought to be here already.
There's a struggle, I know you will see, one I hope you will not live. A struggle that upheaves into calloused hands and falls weary into broken arms.
There's much to wish for you. There's much to hope for the world that will be yours someday.
For now, I hope my first will be for a better you.