In fields of laughter, hearts so free,
With dreams like kites, they soar with glee,
The world a canvas, waiting to be,
Painted by children, wild and carefree.
Let them leap through puddles, dance in the rain,
Climb every tree, feel joy and pain,
For childhood’s a treasure, not a fleeting gain,
To cherish these moments, let them remain.
With crayons and stories, let their minds explore,
The magic of make-believe opens every door,
No burdens to carry, no worries to score,
Just the laughter of friends, and adventures galore.
So hold back the worries, the weight of the day,
Let childhood flourish in its own vibrant way,
For kids should be kids, in the sun’s warm embrace,
While they weave their own stories, at their own pace.
Elizabeth A Kaine