Innosence Poem by zarina binda

For a child, the sky is but a hand span away.
They touch the moon and stars by doing a run and jump.
They are like birds soaring in infinity.
Yet, there comes a time when all children land.

As wings are lost and beards are grown,
The muddy shoes make way for squeaking leather.
And the pond that was once an ocean becomes a nuisance to clean.
And society digs its claws into fresh meat.
The sky has not changed.
It’s simply too far away to be noticed