"Peaceful Childhood Days"

As a kid;

You dance upon the sandy sea shore

In your mind what is there to even care for?

The swirling wind or the water's thrashing you adore?

In the tan layer below that tickles your toes

And play about the water splashing with the waves

Salt drops plopping on your nose

Your body soaking wet

Being young and feeble

You have not know foolish fighting, or yet

Felt love stolen from the victorious

Nor sat by the bead of the whimpering dead

Or never felt such a throbbing migraine surge through your precious little head

What have you dread?

The beast hollowing of the wind?