youth doesnt last

sad

Before the moment of tears the ocean speaks,
just the thought of our imagination the youth hearts speak,
do we dare to speak of things we seek?
Beyond this moment of time the young ones whisper,
on the bed of words the oceans turn.
In the soul of a child the leaves breathe,
and the winds carry our thoughts,
thoughts that were once gold.
Youth filled souls covered in gold,
but break once we grow old