Grown-ups Lost Game

A symphony in puddles found, With laughter echoing all around, Tiny philosophers astound, Where grown-up minds are wisdom-bound. A cardboard crown, a stick-horse steed, The purest joy, a boundless creed, We trade for suits and pressing need, Forgetting fortune plants a seed In muddied knees and joyful shouts, A world unwound where wonder sprouts. If […]