05-14-2013, 07:35 AM
(I'm only turning 18 next month so I'm not wise enough to really understand much about life, but I hope this isn't too shortsighted anyway).
Secret of Childhood
In the freshly cut Summer's grass
where flowers grow and children play,
quietly hides a most endearing secret
that we all lived so long ago.
It can be heard in the birds' song
and the leaves' rustling;
felt on the prickly seeds
and dogs' soft licking;
seen in midnight dreams
and children's young smiles.
For me it's found not just here,
but in a most everlasting place.
Where no matter the season
or emotional change of face
it's relived in my memory
like the day it was born.
It is there with my father,
who nourishes it with care.
My secret of childhood:
the man who raised me here
among these prickly seeds
and Summer's grass,
that when I am near him
again I can know
the joy everyone has
as a child playing.
Secret of Childhood
In the freshly cut Summer's grass
where flowers grow and children play,
quietly hides a most endearing secret
that we all lived so long ago.
It can be heard in the birds' song
and the leaves' rustling;
felt on the prickly seeds
and dogs' soft licking;
seen in midnight dreams
and children's young smiles.
For me it's found not just here,
but in a most everlasting place.
Where no matter the season
or emotional change of face
it's relived in my memory
like the day it was born.
It is there with my father,
who nourishes it with care.
My secret of childhood:
the man who raised me here
among these prickly seeds
and Summer's grass,
that when I am near him
again I can know
the joy everyone has
as a child playing.