I miss those daisy chain days;
sitting on the grass in the playground,
singing songs little girls do -
looking up at the trees overhead,
memorising each and every shape
& how the world was made.
There's something beautiful about the summer sun,
when it hits my naked lower leg & the breeze
soothes me, as I look around at the giggling kids
I'm one of them, small and so naive.
Sandwich in hand, watching Anne on the log;
hiding my fruit from the feasting flies around,
whilst watching the birds & the bees soar above -
Those days the birds were just a pretty presentation
& the bees a mere honey holding nuisance.
Then the bell rings; I'm lifting myself of the bark of a tree,
whilst packing away the remainder of my personal property.
It was so long ago when the grass on my bare feet brought joy
& made me giggle, wrinling my young, curious nose.
...That was too long ago.
Honorable mention
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