reasons of today..

Sitting beneath the  boundless skies

I wonder and frown on butterflies...

As the wind gently combs the grass

Swaying to the tunes of wind

Creating waves of  grassy sea.

The little girl makes toys of grass...

The tree shades the child as the sun smiled upon

She lost herself in the entwinement of leaves ..

In the surge of creativity...and childish wonderings

Such was her childhood...

A childhood of dreams and play...

Where reality had no say...

Such is a childhood we all dream of...

But alas! the kids of today are nomore the kids of yesterdays

Lost is the innocence, lost is the sparkle....

for the reasons of today...
the kids are nomore the kids of yesterday