In the deep fields, where grass grows like spires,

The trees reach so high that you fall back

Trying to take a peek at their tops.

The calm, the quiet, the giggles which follow

The flight of the birds, and their songs so hallow.

If I could be anywhere, it’s where there’s that magic in the air.

But that is no more than a memory, fond

A connection to my past, a childhood bond.

Untainted by wicked desires, unbound from senseless ires.

When my twig legs toppled, only to arise again,

Filled with glee, waiting for another adventure to begin.

A time when broken applied only to things, never to people,

When I had little sense of what was good and evil.

Now I think back to the days of my youth

Where all I’d lose is myself-

All in a golden afternoon, under the skies

Of cloudless blue.