Maturity

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-

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