Time and Trees.
If trees were tall and grasses short
I'd still be child and full of thought,
I'd scar my knees and kick up sand
and when in need hold Daddy's hand.
If wind was wild and sun was strong
I'd still be young and days be long,
I'd stretch my life for eternity
and open gates to destiny.
If roads were straight and hills rose high
I'd still be reaching for the sky,
I'd feel afraid but not be scared
and stretch yet higher than I dared.
If clocks should tick and time not cease
I'd grab the minute and it release,
I'd look at time with defiant eye
and ask of it one question; Why?
Why take the hand I held as child?
Sun is strong and wind is wild.
Trees are tall and grasses short.
I still be young and full of thought.
© Berenice Dunford 2006
