Anthology Of Love(Poetry Collection)

Untitled: Part 73

From the first cry and moment in the world,

Our individual journeys start in this life so vast,

In a relentless cycle led from birth to death,

We discover many adventures throughout.

Days are usually spent through observing and learning,

Taking notes of the surroundings, recognizing each family,

Melting peoples hearts and making close ones proud,

This is how we played out the first years of life indeed.

Then arrives the stage of being a kid,

Adventerous yet so energetic as days pass,

Sometimes hard to control or run after,

Still our elder's handled us with patience.

Through the fields of green where wildflowers bloom, 

A child skips with joy, untouched by gloom,

Tiny hands grasp dreams like kites, 

In endless days and starlit nights.

The morning sun, a golden beam, 

Wakes the child from sweet, pure dream,

 Laughter echoes through the air, 

In a world where worries are rare.

Climbing trees and building forts, 

With secret codes and secret thoughts,

Imaginations take their flight,

 As day turns into soft twilight.

But time, unstoppable, marches on, 

The innocence of youth soon gone,

To school, the child makes their way, 

Where knowledge grows with each new day.

Classrooms filled with friends and fun, 

Lessons learned, and races run. 

Whispers shared in hushed delight, 

As dreams of futures take their flight.

Papers, pencils, books, and more, 

Echoes of chalk on classroom floor. 

First crushes, dances, friendships sweet,

 Memories that time won't erase one in a million.

As time went by, seasons changed for better or worse,

Middle school passed by in a flash of light.