Remember the days when the land was green,
And sky in many shades of blue,
We picked the colors from nature's palette,
To paint our dreams in various hues.
There were those nights when we played,
Underneath the sparkling sky,
When moon was like a best friend,
A simple thought we now deny.
Fluffy clouds formed so many forms,
Rabbits, deer and flying swan.
The rainbow was our overpass,
To the world in which we had never gone.
The trees were holding the heaven above,
Zephyr would whisper our names,
The wind would tease us on the swing,
Fancies that sound so lame.
Rains were the times of paper boats,
Floating hundreds in a row,
Drenching ourselves we often thought,
Lighting is divine arrow.
The snowmen of the colder states,
The sand dunes of deserts,
The forests near the mighty rivers,
The ocean's kiss to sandy earth.
The fish and bees and butterflies,
The puppies in the neighbor’s farm,
The cubs of fiercest animals of wild,
And croaking little frogs from swamp,
The whole world fascinated us,
And captivated we all believed,
The tiniest twig has life in it,
Flowery Magick perfectly weaved.
Those were the days of explicit love,
When senseless innocence thrived,
Led by basics embed by birth,
We lived a perfect life.
Today it's the world of smoke and heat and dust,
And mounting hate and stress,
I distaste and disapprove of its face,
So, I am returning back to my basics.
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