Children grow like flowers in a field,
Tall and strong, with petals unfurled.
Their laughter echoes through the years,
As they chase their dreams and conquer their fears.
They learn to walk and talk,
And soon they're running and babbling,
Their minds like sponges, they soak up all they see,
And their hearts are open and unshackled.
As they grow, they find their own way,
Leaving childhood behind,
They spread their wings and fly away,
To new adventures, new loves, and new friends to find.
Though they may stumble and fall,
They'll always rise again,
For the journey of growing up,
Is one of joy, pain and wonder, not to be feigned.
So let them run and play,
Let them dream and explore,
For in the end, they'll be okay,
They'll be the ones we adore.
Copyright © Wayne Becker