Sweet Innocence

When I was younger And saw birds fly, My grandma would always tell me "They're flying Way far south, You will visit them someday." And i sighed dreamily, Thinking of how warm The sun there was, With all its clear skies, How the water was clear blue, How the waves would splash on the Soft sandy shore. And then the dream would end, As soon as the sun dissapeared behind a cloud. Little did I know then, That the sand isn't at all As soft as I thought it was. That the waves aren't that clear blue I always thought they were. And then, I'd ask my grandma "When will I go there?" She'd Just silently walk away, Leaving me with my thoughts. And my sweet innocence.