since we are not much more
than the sum of our days
let’s go back to childhood
that emotional blend
of terror and comfort
where hardly a day passed
that was lacking discovery
the air felt different
on the skin
colors and reflections
were stronger in depth
silliness was just around the corner
and mysteries dropped clues
like breadcrumbs on a trail
we truly live when young
and we share with the budding rose
the confront of actuality