The beautiful nature, the extensive land
laid on acres and acres of a misruled calm
An outward reservation of well kept grounds

Children play as they skid on grassy slopes
They open their jaws and laugh about a morrow
A joy they spread is tangible but not superficial.

The little ones have no worry of the world
They jump, fool around and have fun
A circle of embracive moments spread in currents

The babes lit the day and in the night they slumber
Even their brightness resonates the ray of the sun above them
They leap and grow older as the time progresses.

How will they ever know what awaits?
Mine childhood was a ball of imagination and curiosity
A thirst to dig, fall, progress and sink in the depths of an abyss