Poppy and Phoenix
 
 
Innocence went hand in hand
Skipping with delight
Collecting humble sticks
Gravely sought serious faced
Purpose unknown undefined
Precious to the emerging mind
 
Chatting with serious intent
Selves not yet fully formed
In unremarked delight
Share the joy of being
As we wonder how each knows
What the other meant
 
All is for them yet to come
With other hands to hold
Different sticks to gather in
For purposes then known
As their mystery unfolds
A magic echo calls
Unshaped memories remind
Of these days of innocence
We all must leave behind