Friday, June 01, 2007

What Changes?

As carefree children frolic in the gusty lilt of spring
they murmur joyously with every unembarrassed fling
rambunctiously extending tiny hands into the air
divulging friendly secrets only artless hearts can share.


HouseMouse said...

We grow up? Just a guess. ;)

a beautiful description of childhood, too bad it can't last.

rch said...

I know :(