Deep Seasons

Oh, my five year old self, laugh.
Ten year old self, laugh.
Fifteen year old self, you laugh too.
Thirty-five year old self,
Remember the laughter? Can you hear it?
Look at the laughter all around.
You were once that five, that ten, that fifteen.
Life was deep then. And yet, there was laughter.
Depth is reality.
A shallow season is really no season at all. 
So smile, and laugh, and dance, and sing.