Do we ever really grow up?
Or is that something we just say?
I still have dreams I had as a child,
I think of them every day.
I always wanted my own tree house,
And of course I never did,
Thatís why I dream of having one even yet,
Though my childish features now are hid.
I always thought high in the branches,
How much fun that would be.
Way up above the house tops,
Sitting in a tree.
Just enjoying the view around me,
With birds and butterflies,
Dancing all around me in the tree top,
A dream that never dies.
With the wind blowing through my hair,
And the coolness on my face,
Those dreams make me feel like a child again,
Young enough to run a race.
Like running through a muddy puddle,
After a summer rain,
For that was so much fun,
If just one chance to do it once again.
Of course those days are over,
But yet I still can dream.
About the things that meant so much,
When even in my teens.
We travel through this life but once,
So make the best of it,
Think of all the good things you enjoyed,
And keep your candle lit.
Faye Reyenga © 1 / 10 / 2007