The sun's back out, smiling like it knows something we don’t,
no clouds to crowd its face,
as if it’s finally done with yesterday’s storm
and is ready to show off a little.
I stand there, gazing up like a kid
seeing the sky for the first time.
The grass is waving, happy to be here,
and the trees—good grief—are downright dancing,
with birds singing along like a chorus
that has no idea how good they sound.
It’s like a time machine in the air,
taking me back to those days
when I ran through fields of grass
as if the world could never end.
I remember climbing trees with my best friends—
our laughter, the only music we needed.
Everything felt permanent then,
as if joy lived in every pocket of the universe,
just waiting to slip out.
But, of course, time,
the ultimate party crasher,
came along, as it always does.
And yet, isn’t it strange how
those days still manage to sneak in?
The memories sit there,
like old photographs in a drawer,
always ready to make my heart laugh
when I pull them out.
So, yeah, it’s not so bad,
growing up,
not when the past still gives me a wink
now and then.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 9:40 PM UTC
The sun's back out, smiling like it knows something we don’t,
no clouds to crowd its face,
as if it’s finally done with yesterday’s storm
and is ready to show off a little.
I stand there, gazing up like a kid
seeing the sky for the first time.
The grass is waving, happy to be here,
and the trees—good grief—are downright dancing,
with birds singing along like a chorus
that has no idea how good they sound.
It’s like a time machine in the air,
taking me back to those days
when I ran through fields of grass
as if the world could never end.
I remember climbing trees with my best friends—
our laughter, the only music we needed.
Everything felt permanent then,
as if joy lived in every pocket of the universe,
just waiting to slip out.
But, of course, time,
the ultimate party crasher,
came along, as it always does.
And yet, isn’t it strange how
those days still manage to sneak in?
The memories sit there,
like old photographs in a drawer,
always ready to make my heart laugh
when I pull them out.
So, yeah, it’s not so bad,
growing up,
not when the past still gives me a wink
now and then.
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