Sitting and thinking of nothing at all
Theres such a great time between now and next fall.
The leaves rustle in trees that will be bare
But you play on the lawn with not a care.
Theres such a freedom in an innocent mind,
Everything is right if not everyone is kind.
Laughing and playing
Jumping and swaying.
The imagination is free to fly
As the years slowly pass by.
To see things in black and white
That would be such a sight.
Little ones are something to treasure
For their love of life is not something you can measure.















Devious Comments
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We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved. ~Author Unknown
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