Spring Time
It was the time,
When there was no sign of dawn and dusk
Hot summers and chilled winters gave us new tasks
Heavy storms and rains brought us holidays
In return, we gifted boats of papers and clays
It was the time,
When days were spent in chanting numbers and rhyme
And face was covered with candy grime
We never knew why the orange fireball chased us
But longed to dine with the moon on a cloud bus.
It was the time,
When cycle rides were roller coasters
And one candy could buy a million kisses
Wet summer mud was yummier than cadburies
And our cute talks were considered as juicy as strawberries
Babyhood is so precious and angelic
Don't kill it with a sickle and brick
It's the Spring time in every Jack's life
Let kids dance and jump to the waves of Fife.
Preserve every moment of Childhood
Keep the memories alive in every bark and wood.
Copyright © Swetha Vangaveti | Year Posted 2019
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