A grass strewn track with freckled sunlight,
Glistening through the tree's
Lights the shade where moss strewn roots
Grow strewn like wooden seas.
The rustle of the leafy hollows
Chatters from on high
Childhood memories always follow
Under pale blue sky.
Walking onward senses heightened
Memories returning
Climbing trees and never frightened
Just a part of learning.
Our childhood games now distant past
Seem gone before they start
We never thought it wouldn't last
So close to all our hearts.
