#1509-Fresh
17/09/2021
Youth,
Hiding in the shadows,
Playing hide and seek,
As nature blooms.
Laughing up a storm.
Caring about little,
Except life’s little joys.
Childhood is fresh,
Yet fleeting,
Like the passing years.
Everything comes to an end.
Best enjoy it all,
While a few grains of sand
Still remain.
