Endless leaps and bounds, in this flower field of sounds.
Running zig and zag, playing game upon game of tag.
But as the light fades to gloom, and the moon-flowers begin to bloom.
Their legs begin to tire, and the moon becomes entire.
Hungry and worn out, they begin to take their route.
Back through the brambles, as all the kids still ramble.
Leaving behind the field, where all their worries were healed.
Letting go of emotion, not caring for a single notion.
Just running and leaping, their childhood their keeping.
No pressure, no diamonds. -AimeVampire05