Innocence Under the Sun

The crest of golden hue. The air brisk with cold anew. Fields beckon for one to come Chase dreams under the sun Twist ankles in the stream Water played with doesn’t make wishes clean Mud on face and caked on knees Joyous wonder in dappled water under the trees. Laughter and twinkling of bright innocent eyes Grazes and bruises can not disguise What feelings we had when we were young Chasing our dreams under the sun.