Ishq aur tum

We read about life in books and watch it on screens but living it is harder and not as easy as it seems.
          	
          	Bundled clothes, toys and books in messy rows, how quickly the time goes and how fast i seemed to grow.
          	
          	Rosy cheeks sprouting freckels in the summer heat, feeling the prickly grass beneath my feet.
          	
          	Flying over ground faster than sound, i remember pretending to be a cloud, figures morphing in there mounds, thankfully never clowns.
          	
          	Time well spent and always to be treasured, if only i had know that innocence could be weathered.