Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
You walk past, I see,
A lot of memories come back to me..
Of rolling in the grass, swinging in the trees,
Of making piles of leaves that blew with wind.
And then it hits me, again and again,
Why can’t we be children again.
Young and free, no worry or care,
Life being just a simple dare.
Why can’t we just sway with the breeze,
No exams, no stress, just the trees and us.
Pigeons to feed, chips to eat,
And the general happy trend.
Why can’t we be everything at once,
Or what we want to be all our life.
Young and free with no care and worry,
Just the sunny sun and little bunnies.