Whispers of innocence

A heart was born once, untamed,

A spirit wild, unbound, unclaimed.

The world was bright, the air was sweet,

Each day a gift, each step a beat.

The rain, it sang with gentle grace,

As drops would kiss the earth’s embrace.

The pitter-patter, soft and light,

Would fill the heart with pure delight.

With paper boats, I’d sail the streams,

As skies would weep their silver beams.

The drains became my endless seas,

A captain bold, my soul at ease.

The puddles grew, the rivers ran,

I’d dip my toes where water began.

The joy was simple, yet so grand,

To touch the world with an open hand.

The trees would whisper secrets old,

Their leaves turned soft, their branches bold.

I’d climb them high, the wind's my friend,

Each climb a victory with no end.

In summer’s glow, I’d run with glee,

Beneath the sun, so wild, so free.

The warmth would kiss my freckled skin,

And laughter of soul echoed from within.

With cousin's close, we’d chase the breeze,

And roll through fields with hearts at ease.

We’d race the clouds, we’d race the time,

The world was ours, so pure, sublime.

We’d lie upon the grass, our heads,

Nestled in dreams as daylight fled.

The sky would turn a violet hue,

A canvas painted, deep and true.

Long walks, and talks, and stories spun,

The moments endless, they’d never run.

A thousand things were left unsaid,

But love and joy were there instead.

The bonfire's glow, the crackling sound,

The warmth that wrapped the air around.

With coconut husks and twigs we’d throw,

And watch the flames dance, soft and slow.

The crackle of the fire, the light,

Our faces glowing in the night.

The stars above, our heads so near,

The universe so crystal clear.

We’d wait in peace, the pitcher near,

For water’s warmth, the start of cheer.

The quiet hours before the day,

In simple joys, we’d find our way.

In winter’s reign, beside the fire,

Hot chocolate dreams, and warmth inspired.

The snow would fall, a blanket pure,

As dew laden leaves on streams would tour.

The snowflakes fell, a quiet song,

Each flake a note where we belonged.

We’d trace their patterns on the glass,

And wonder how such things could pass.

Our cheeks would burn, our hands would freeze,

But joy was found in every breeze.

The crispness of the frosty air,

A world of ice, so clean, so fair.

No thought of gold, no want for more,

The soul was rich in what it wore.

A world of grace, filled with joyful things,

With open arms, we’d welcome spring.

But time, relentless, did descend,

And youth’s sweet reign came to an end.

The call of “more” grew sharp and near,

A hollow chase, a growing fear.

The boats now drifted, lost in tide,

The sun, too harsh, no longer guide.

The laughter dimmed, the light withdrew,

And dreams of joy seemed born anew.

Now days are but a storm to weather,

A race, a grind, with no true tether.

The bills, the work, the endless strife,

A march of shadows through one’s life.

But in the stillness, on the wind,

A memory stirs, a dream rescinds—

The rain, the sun, the autumn’s fire,

The life once known, a deep desire.

The heart, though aged, still burns within,

The soul, unbroken, yearns again.

To feel the rain, the sun, the breeze—

To once again, be free, at ease.

A longing stirs that cannot die,

For tender days that passed me by.

To hold the world with childish grace,

To see it through an innocent face.

To run through fields with open arms,

Untouched by worry, free from harms.

To hear the laughter fill the air,

And find pure joy in moments rare.

I yearn for nothing but to be

That child again, wild and free—

To feel the earth beneath my feet,

And find my heart once more complete.

For life, it seems, was never sold,

It lives in moments, pure and bold.

The boats will sail, the winds will call,

And joy, though lost, will rise and fall.

For though the years have carved their lines,

The child within still softly shines.

The heart longs now to be reborn,

To laugh, to play, to greet the dawn.