Egg Hunters

Egg hunters Children play in grassy fields Their dreams so pure and free They look for magical shiny eggs In places hard to see The Easter bunny hides the eggs Like surprises to be found Rainbow colored magic things All scattered 'cross the ground What children see is a wondrous world Where anything can be It seems to me that growing up's Just a slow tragedy Why must we grow so uninspired As we age our thoughts grow firm Yet children never seem too tired Sit them down and watch them squirm Too full of life and wonder Their world so vast and fun Every day is an adventure And their journeys just begun