Lovely Yellow Daisies
Huge fields of green and purple
The sun, alone, with no shadows
Leaving a warm fulfillment
Gone
Too soon the clouds returned
let's go back, can we?
To the simple times of love and laughter. . .
An occasional smile of sunlight
is all that's left to scatter shadows
Is that enough to live on?
The golden fields of innocence are lost
but it's not too late to find our way back
Why grow up, mature?
When all we need is surrounding us in joy
The innocent laughter of childhood
too soon lost to the worries of sensibility.
Hold my hand
Look deeply into my eyes
And laugh it all away.
-Janel Randle-