In the garden of youth, where laughter takes flight,
Children dance with time, in pure delight.
Days stretch like summers, endless and free,
A carousel of moments, pure simplicity.

Clocks are but whispers, unnoticed they chime,
As children weave tales, in the canvas of time.
Yesterday's worries, tomorrow's unknown,
In the magic of now, their world is sown.

In wide-eyed wonder, they chase the sun,
Each second a treasure, a race to be won.
Fingers graze the hours, like grains of sand,
Yet, in the grasp of joy, time finds its stand.

Seasons may change, leaves fall and regrow,
Yet, in the heart of a child, time moves slow.
For every giggle, every shared rhyme,
Writes a chapter eternal, in the book of time.

Oh, to see the world through their innocent gaze,
Where moments are diamonds in time's endless maze.
In the eyes of children, time finds its prime,
A dance, a melody, forever in rhyme.

November 30, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop