Children

Drawing pictures and painting with hands,
Unicorns with horns and bottles of colored sand,
Creativity bounding in each child,
Imagining their world so pure and wild.

Why should they grow up to find out the truth?
And miss out on living the dreams of their youth?
What would it hurt to pretend horses fly?
And have pretty horns that guide them thru the sky?
Or that beaches have colored sand,
And bottle it up to hold in our hand?

Life is short but can be the longest thing we do,
Fill it with love and creations of you.
Worry not about what has passed,
Or spend time trying to make the day last.
Yesterday is over and cannot come back,
Spend no time thinking of what you lack.

It’s those that love you that matter most,
Some days they hate you, but hold them close.
Dream with them and let go of time,
Spend a morning just creating a rhyme.