Be Still and Trust in the Universe

School Yard

Playgrounds and kickball fields
The smell of fresh grass and lovely trees that never seem to quit growing
She had friends yes
But
She didn't realize
Those friends
Were not meant to last
She was so happy in the moment
Little did she know
These days would become distant memories
These people would become strangers
Oh how nice it was
To be so young and able to not think about tomorrow
When everyone would become strangers
Live different lives
And everyone forgetting
Living in the moment when they were kids
Now seems impossible
As everyone grew up and out of the school yards and kickball fields