The smell of grass,

It comes from a childhood far away.

The earth, the sky,

It reminds me of my every day.

Simple and careful,

No want to look a stray,

There's no limit

To what we would like to say.

But there's fear to stop

All of our actions today,

To a time that was simpler,

We all look away.

Without warning,

We all cower, come what may.

But the smell of grass,

It comes from a childhood far away.

The sun, the stars,

They become my every day.