The Teentimes

You, O my blooming flowers!

Be the beauty of unfolding creation

The sparkles in eyes

The waves that rhyme

 Dream high

Soar in the expanse of sky

Unfold your wings

To land of rainbows you fly.

Wild days full of hopes

Rushing adrenaline, the hills and slopes

Smell of grass, the starry nights

Walking hand in hand and the intense fights

Run through fields and streets

Chasing all your dreams.

Chorus of laughter

Ah those innocent mischiefs

Keep on living every moment with jest

My darlings! These are the days

These are the days that make you, the you

And pave the path ahead.