Quest for Childlike
Innocence
When the cares of the
world threaten to overwhelm,
how nice it would be to
be lost in a children's playground
nestled comfortably in
the midst of any nowhere.
What could compare with
the playful innocence of a child?
let loose with the swings and see-saws of yore?
Untethered from the
constricting cares of adulthood.
Swinging to and fro with
the carefree ease of the wind.
Or climbing hither and
thither, the worldly cares too distant.
Exchanging somber
silence with innocent lively giggles.
Oh, to be a child again,
lost in the embrace of youth.
Innocent and wild as the
fairy nymphs in books.
Yet loved and treasured
by all hither and yonder.
