Dawn
Reflections of another day,
When the world was still young,
A rag doll in hand,
Life was a one long playtime in the sand,
I was at once a teacher,
And all at once a dancer,
My dreams became me,
As we sashayed tirelessly.
The games never ended,
The fun just added up,
Flowers then seemed brighter,
And birds more gay,
The sky was much bluer,
Than any summer’s day!
Song birds sang more sweetly,
Lambs romped around nimbly,
With no care in the world.
Was the world younger then
In the prime of her youth?
No aching bones, no forgetfulness,
Was she at her best?
Reflecting on a day so long gone by,
It was nearly prefect then,
So leave it as it has been,
Don’t try to change it,
Nor mend it,
Just reflect on it today,
Admire its beauty,
And be gone on your way!!
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Question of
Did the world seem much more beautiful to you in the years gone by?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Would you want to change something about the past?
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Yes
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No
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my dreams became me is a powerful line.
I am a fan of life long learning. The problem with that is that sometimes as we learn about things, it changes their beauty.
But if we separate from where we are, and wander off to nature, mother Gaia will welcome you and show you new things and new dreams.
Learning does change perception, but beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder and as one sold out to beauty, I always remains a slave to the beauty of nature.
that is so true and so critical to learn!
Very nice song and picture, dear Dawn … maybe I would change a little bit differently but I am happy with the past and I like to remember it …. only memories can’t live
Remembering it as it is. is treasuring the memories you made. I love those treasures.
I always only remember the beautiful things …. the bad ones I quickly forget if I can
That is the way to happiness. Kudos to you Lado.
It could be called that, dear Dawn
A lovely poem. There are things I would like to change for sure. I would like my son back with me.
I am so sorry , such a loss is difficult to come to terms with , my cousin lost her son (25 years old ) in a road accident in 2018. I have no words of consolation for her seeing her grieve is so much. These wounds take a long time to heal. Sending prayer and love to you.
Lovely thought Elenka has. I would have to agree with that one. Great shot here, and great poem.
Thank you, I wish the same too, but that would be wishing for the impossible.
What I want is nature to be virgin and pure. Great photo.
That would be a dream, wouldn’t it?