Yesterday's Fields

Yesterday’s Fields In the fields of imagination, In the long lost yesterday, All around, were laughter sounds When the children came to play, The grasses bounced to thumping feet, The trees all danced with glee, Sticks and stones, made secret homes, And the stream a mighty sea, Stones are stones and nothing more, Sticks now lifeless wood, Trees all alone, grasses overgrown, And the mighty sea just mud, In the fields of loneliness, In the sadness of today, No happy sound is ever found, Where the kids no longer play.