Remember

Down the road through the forest over a boulder and through the branches lies a meadow The meadow dotted with daisies and emerald green grass that ripples with the wind through the center a creek bubbles over rocks and stones hurrying to the cover of trees once children played here the hands that made fairy houses and splashed in the water the eyes that glittered like starlight and explored nooks and crannies for goblins the mouths that giggled at fish and babbled happy words of youth but now there is sadness for those days are gone the flowers come the leaves bloom but they do not return where did they go? these two sprites of youth they grew and forgot their childish games one went to war a man’s game the other became a wife and mother the woman’s claim so the meadow lies forgotten waiting for new days when adults remember their childish games and never forget what awaits in the meadow