Leafs in the wind
sun in my face
the simple things in life
that give no disgrace
the short walks on the beach
the long runs threw the sand
stuff thats so simple
you would barely understand when i sit by the lake
read a book
with the sun in
my face
the little children
bustling about
your inner child
yearns to be let out
to run with them
and make the castle
in the sand.
To scream and twirl
and be overly dramatic
to remember what it was like
when life was so
ecstatic.