Oh, for those days I left behind in buttercups and clover
When I frolicked, and I danced without a care,
Where wheat grew just beyond the play the summer sun hung over,
And sweet and calming stillness filled the air.

So, in my mind I wander back, through childish dreams and wishes
And run my bare feet deep into the grass.
I stretch out where the long blades whip; the dragonfly, it hisses,
As clouds against the blue go slowly past.

I walk my daughter now through days of dandelions and clover;
The scenery today is not the same.
As life gets weathered by the storms, its fields get weeded over,
And the air gets littered with the seeds of shame.

Tomorrow, maybe concrete fields will lie this side of dreaming
And children miss the clover I had known.
But hopefully, their memories then will still be worth the keeping,
To comfort longing hearts when they are grown.


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