Fondness For The Days Gone

I recall those crystal skies, picturesque,

Days that have gone into my mind and stayed

I remember the feeling of the dandelions

Their feather touch still gives me chills

As I daydream about those lime fields

The smell of jasmine still makes me laugh

Memories of chasing cows and bees

To be young and to be free of responsibility

I wish for those days back sometimes

As I look at the bulging calendar

My mouth feels full when I think of

Tasting fresh apples as I watched the sun

Wondering if it could stretch on forever

If the orange light went home at night

I miss the fresh air and bird songs

The sight of pebbles reminds me of

Occasions where I would throw them

Into a river or any water, I could find

To make a wish to grow up fast

Those days are gone, but my mind never forgets.