Skies full of tiny golden lights
Floating aimlessly
Grasping helplessly
My small hands, just out of reach

Soft blades of freshly cut grass
Tickling my feet
Staining them green
Miniature paint brushes at work

The occasional firefly of splendor
Its pure curiosity
Yet simple grandiosity
Would provide me a jar ever so bright

Throughout the glorious evening
The summertime season
Of absolute freedom
A young lad in love with his life

Recall, I do, the twilight of long ago
Unequalled ecstasy
Wild childhood fantasies
These were the best days of my life, until now