bobdubbloon

Shall We Play?

07:01:32 02 Jan, 2025

I hear a song, a lonely song, That echoes over wood and vale, A tune that's sung by longing heart, And pleads the world to pause, be still. Yet none will hear—they rush ahead To feed their children, tend their kin. They do not stop; they dare not pause, With steadfast strides and solemn grins. Yet here, where all our children play In lands that time has still to find, Where trees embrace and daisies Bloom, And laughter falls like morning dew— (The games they play are pure and true.) (The games they play are pure and true.) Up through the haze of memory's veil, Hope rises, shining, soft, sublime. We learn new paths, on unworn ground— To walk, to run, to fall, to climb.