Childhood
Naila
My childhood was a wild, green place,
A time without a clock to chase.
The forest’s soft, living skin,
A secret world, happiness within.
The wild salt spray that pulled me to the sea,
Young and untamed, entirely free.
I raced the wind and scaled the walls,
The sun smiled, the trees stood tall.
The summer’s warmth, the winter’s hush,
The ocean’s distant, restless rush.
My childhood a distant memory,
I hope it comes back to me.