A mad man closes fists, a young man shows his age.. a child.. a child?

A child loves everything without meaning to.

Everything without meaning.

One doesn't have to say "I love you" to the trees for them to know

or for them to keep stretching towards the sun.

This pure love is so malleable

that kids eat dirt

and hurt their hands to build their own homes.

The child, which is yet to develop intelect

feels the essence of love

before they can think to name it.