The Ballad of Childhood Springtime

Naked feet on moss covered floor,

Blossoms of new from old,

Sunsets and rises to adore,

The sky shining bright gold.

Dancing around in the cool breeze,

The creek lapping my skin,

The long green grass staining our knees,

A glimpse of what has been.

Sundresses, trousers, light and free,

Crowns of flowers on heads,

Climbing up the willow tree,

Pants stitched with colored thread.

We were so young, and we were bright,

Resting from our classes,

We spent hours in the sunlight,

Now it's all just flashes.