I hope the vast forests and winding rivers still remain
Before they are destroyed by the modern profit gain.
I hope your lungs can take deep breaths while you stare up at the sky
And behold the wonders of this world with forever wondrous eyes.
I hope the mountains remain capped with ice and snow
For you to venture toward their peaks to see the world below.
I hope the birds will carry on with their familiar songs
And that you take the time to stop and sing along.
I hope you can appreciate the dirt between your toes
The smell of an early morning rain and the foggy pasture lows.
I have no doubt your mother will carry on with her glee
Skipping with you in the meadow, whimsical and free.
I hope that as your father I can be your biggest fan
Your shoulder rest, wiper of tears, prime example of a man.
I hope my mother and father are still here to see you grow
Perhaps even get the chance to watch your seeds be sown.
I hope this life shows you everything you need to see
Regardless of the obstacles and uncertainty.
For all the things I hope for, it comes down to nothing more
Than an adventure taken only once with a craving for just one more.