Running along a bed of flowers,
The friends sang and whistled.
Unchecked and untamed, they were
True children of the countryside.
Unknown to them,
Arrived the clouds of impending storm.
They looked up in wonder,
And welcomed the beats of thunder.
Rain, Thunder, Gloom, Darkness -
Contrived to pull them apart.
They clung on to each other,
Until the storm passed.
Running back to the house,
They sang old songs of the countryside.
Two hearts beat as one
In this Age of Lost Innocence!
The friends sang and whistled.
Unchecked and untamed, they were
True children of the countryside.
Unknown to them,
Arrived the clouds of impending storm.
They looked up in wonder,
And welcomed the beats of thunder.
Rain, Thunder, Gloom, Darkness -
Contrived to pull them apart.
They clung on to each other,
Until the storm passed.
Running back to the house,
They sang old songs of the countryside.
Two hearts beat as one
In this Age of Lost Innocence!
its so wonderful that it makes me feel that d next generation will miss d flavour of innocence.. i doubt even if a countryside b ther
ReplyDeleteDei..... Dnt worry.. we can re create it ! Some times frens like u bring back tht innocence to the heart
ReplyDelete@ Uma - True. The next generation would miss out on a lot of things.. Stuffs they can read only in books (if they still have the habit of reading)
ReplyDelete@ Divya - What are you saying? Don't you even realize those 2 children are?
ReplyDelete@ Pravin
ReplyDeleteI understood.. U only didn understand my comment.. read it again