Spring

In the green grass
On a hill far away
Little ones without care
Take a day to play.
They frolic and romp
In the prime of their youth
They've nothing to do
In the spring-time dew.

Summer comes
With both freedom and cares
No longer able to laugh and run
Teenagers await their destinies.
Where will they go?
Who will they love?
Who will love them in return?

The world turns
Autumn claims her throne
As the heat and passion of summer
Fades to cool, rugged beauty.
Adults scurry about
Too busy for anyone
Except themselves.
Not a second can be spared.

As a white winter emerges
Life slows to a halt
The hair of the children
Is now gray, not flaxen.
They can play no longer
They sit and wait,
Some in peace,
Others in agony

The deathly chill is thawed
Spring returns
And new children gather
To have fun all day.
Life is sweet
To the end
But shouldn't we all try
To be children again?