Childhood.
Some forgotten place in the back of our minds,
Like a gem lost in a pit of gravel,
Or the light at the end of a tunnel.
Laughing with friends,
Climbing trees with delicate hands.
Running through the grasses,
Biking through the woods.
Innocent faces radiating joy,
Let your imagination take ahold.
Serenity, tranquility, bliss.
If only one could revisit these memories,
But all one can do is wish.