Growing...

Lol, was given three words (child, dog, play) and this is what i wrote.

Time 
A fragile feeling 
Young is but a dream 
Children shall grow old 
But you my sweet 
Young heart does beat 
Remember the days 
To play 
A pup 
All yours to have 
He to shall grow old

The grass beneath your feet 

So lush and green 

Wonder why it to must wither away 

Play child while you can 

Young at heart you are 

But when time comes 

The days may be short 

Your pain my grow 

And just like the green grass 

You must age.

And wither away.

Reviews

[Lorna]

This is beautiful and lenient and you are a brilliant writer!