No Longer Children

Quickly tarnished are the days, stained and wasted and delayed. When butterflies fly too far away, swings won't fly high enough and memories decay, that is when we can safely say we are no longer children in any possible way. We are not content any longer with just being happy. Our minds are torn between what is real and imaginary our dreams become lesser thought, we learn that the stars are out of reach. With the ending of summer days we see our childhood fade.