Color Poem

This is my last poem. I adapted it from my color story.

In a nostalgic dream I sat under one of the many trees

The filtered light from the tree put me deeper and deeper into a wayward longing

I missed my childhood and the innocence you still carried then

Worry free still young and naive living in a pure world of bliss and joy

Behaviors not too closely watched for stigmas

Free from societies rigid rules and stale traditions

The horrid chains modern life ties will become a cumbersome burden

This attempt to figure out the basic essence of childhood

Light hearted sigh

Filled with an unusualy tint of happiness and cheer

Emotion strong and brilliant

Something will happen to make this emotion pale but I feel it in my veins right now

Bathed in this feeling timely splashes wash over me