Gone Days

a poem about the good gone days.

These clouds are telling a story,

Of the days with no worries,

Roving through the streets,

Climbing up on the trees.

Dancing in the rain,

Treading on the rainbows

Sharing secrets with the moon

Counting the stars again and again

Floating free like kites

Fantasizing, to be a knight.

These clouds are telling the story,

Of the days that everyone desires to feel again.

Thank you!