#1600-Childhood

Sleepy days,

When nature slumbers,

Under snowy blankets,

Under grey skies,

Wrapped in silence.

Unhurried days,

When dreams form,

To later be born.

Gentle moments,

That slowly melt,

Into nothingness,

Leaving behind memories,

Of roaring fires,

Laughter, playfulness.

Rare, simple days,

That fly with the wind,

Unseen.