Comin' from school, all tired,
Not resting for even a while.
Freshened up with the zeal required,
Which took me a while.
Went to the playground in a child-like style.
On my way, met my furry friend—Ray.
We both share the vibe of being just so juvenile,
He accompanied me as though he wanted to play.
We ran under the open sky, with golden light passing by,
Him running for the fetchwood with all his might.
Fellows out there might think I am crazy, but why?
For me, these are the golden times that bring out the light.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
Comin' from school, all tired,
Not resting for even a while.
Freshened up with the zeal required,
Which took me a while.
Went to the playground in a child-like style.
On my way, met my furry friend—Ray.
We both share the vibe of being just so juvenile,
He accompanied me as though he wanted to play.
We ran under the open sky, with golden light passing by,
Him running for the fetchwood with all his might.
Fellows out there might think I am crazy, but why?
For me, these are the golden times that bring out the light.
It brings out the message of cherishing the flavours if youth and shows the poets love for her companion "Ray".
