Childhood Fields Mindful Moments

Childhoods

Sunlight spills through morning skies,

Barefoot I run, my spirit flies.

On the swing, I go back and forth,

Watching cows grazing softly in the north.

Roses bloom where I tiptoe slow,

Petals drifting like fallen snow.

My old bike waits along the lane,

Every turn whispers freedom’s name.

Hide and seek beneath oak trees,

Laughter carried by the breeze.

Down by the stream, we’d jump the ditch,

Chasing the day without a hitch.

Roosters crow as we run past the gate,

Dirt-streaked knees and hearts elate.

I’d pause to smell each velvet rose,

Collecting memories as the garden grows.

Evening falls, fireflies appear,

Crickets sing, the night draws near.

Yet in my mind,

I still swing high,

Through golden fields beneath endless sky.

Time moves slow in that sunlit scene,

Where the world was ours, and the grass was green.