Mature and Nature

To the breeze and whiff of seasighing,
To glades and heather and fords flowing,
flying and fluttering free of
a flummoxed flight,
from the fighting fringe of the reminisced, uncertain, and uncomfortable;
nails of agony and a plithe of rare rhapsody.
He'd digest and do, muse indignant,
while it goes unnoticed, a tad impatient,
rendezvous with none.
An ethereal extent it spreads,
only a lifespan to your legs.
Riposte or innuendo to none, answer to all and fun.
Riddled by riddles, euphemised by euphoria.
Age only ups. Kid inside doesn't.