Childhood's Crown

In childhood, dancing in the sun,
when summer's warmth first gives us hint
of days ahead, when school is done,
we breathe in heaven's secret scent.
With Mother Nature's eyes a glint
She welcomes us to mid-year fun.

I watched a cloud of clotted cream
and thought of childhood's special sight.
Imagine when your worlds a dream:
to form your days in heaven's light,
to charge a knight's first dragon fight,
to skip flat stones on rippling stream.

With flower stuck within my hair,
I vowed to gain back childhood's crown;
to live my life, without a care,
with smiling, shedding habit's frown.
I walked the path back into town
still basking in my self-made dare.

Though hard, at times, to keep my grin,
when daily pressures seem to hide
that laughing place, we have within,
I've found a way to turn the tide.
I rock back to that joyful ride
still dancing in sweet heaven's glen.