Precious Days

I remember the precious days of my life as a kid The days of waking eagerly to greet the morning breeze Where the sun smiled sweetly to greet the decent horizon The skies were as clear and as fresh as the dawn Where swimming on the river did not cause a disease And fishing did not cause a notion of devastation For everyone knew the bounds of their limits The laws were adhered to whether statutes or common Where working on farmlands was just like a hobby And not much were blinded by the luster of a penny Where the most precious thing was the purity of the breeze And everyone revered the sanctity of the trees Where fishes in the river swam together with the kids And the cattle and the horses ran freely on the fields Where the purpose of hunting was only for the needs And no creature was killed just for merriments Where the ladies wore a decent fashion And everyone was dressed right for the occasion Where every creature shunned exploitation And no one was shamed just for greedy reason September 10, 2022