bring me back to the time
when we were innocent flowers
without a worry in the world
walk accross fields of grassy green
freedom from every crime
except when our mothers
told us not to run with scissors
life was but a fantastic journey
and talks about the tooth fairy
we sew the unseen
imaginary was more real
than reality
Nate Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/innocent-flowers/
