The innocence of youth..

Hope

As the setting sun sinks in far horizon
a hushed reverence imbues each face,
fields of yellow flowers, silent and still
pay hommage to love's farewell embrace

Together, they have roamed fields of flax
admired butterfly and busy honey-bee,
shared joyous intimacy of nature's wealth
the innocence of youth so vibrant, carefree

Such sweet purity, lost on calloused hearts
why does man grow aloof, his spirit crust,
but rather, let insincerity, incongruity begone
if he would catch a wave of childlike trust!