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
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