Like a child in the grass,
Swiftly swaying as feelings surpass.
The wind is singing a beautiful song,
Gone, is the sense of right and wrong.
The sun is hot,
And all problems are forgot.
Day is long and seems to last,
As hours slowly are creeping past.
The thoughts are flying high,
As the child's mind grows awry.
Distance thinking can be seen in the eyes,
As each painful memory dies.
Letting go means so much more,
Healing slower then a hurtful sore.
Gone is the times, gone is the laughter,
Hopeful the child will be able to live,
“Happily ever after”
Please comment and give creative criticism, i need so much advice - thanks a ton!
