They were taught to run through the swirling iridescence ,
Cutting through the cool mist on a rainy day,
Inhaling the scent of petrichor ,
Peals of laughter escaping from their chest
Some clasped another's hand
They chased each other, faces red with joy
Till their spotless shoes were caked with mud
At times, they would hear faint calls
Beckoning them back
Yet they only ran faster
As their pace increased
The colours blurred around them
The euphoria they harboured turned cold
Causing them to halt, filled with dread
But the last wisps of the colours were fading
The warmth was gone from their hands
And when each looked around
There was no one there.