What an age, to be young yet full of life;
to live free with love not strife.
To dream a land of pure imagination,
soaring on the wings of inspiration.
What an age, to feel joy and bliss
and be greeted by butterfly kiss.
To see the world in a whole new way;
to live a life of peace everyday.
What an age, to dance and sing,
and pick flowers in newborn spring.
To laugh and smile, with sparkles in your eye,
and lay on the grass, watch clouds go by.
Leaving your dreams to ponder,
of the hereafter and going yonder.
What an age, to be fragile and strong,
and hear Mother Nature's easeful song.