“The smell of wet earth.
Clouds chasing each other.
The flash of a diving kingfisher.
A drink from a burbling brook.
A fruit from a branch above.
A mouthful of mountain mist.
Trees to climb.
Tigers to fear.
And whales to wonder at.
Oh, to be a child and inherit all this!”
Hand me a Time Machine;
Lemme rewind my life back to the bliss of childhood.
And try and catch up with all that I missed
In my foolish haste to grow up!