Watching Them Play

Kids playing by the river
Short arms wading by the banks
Waters light enough to hold your weight
But the dimensions of depth your youth can't await
It's just another place to play
The sticks are lonely guns
And I wanna have some fun
I'll hold this to your head
While I glee to watch you all run
A daughter, whispers into a stone
It don't weigh much by her soft palms
But it's thought carries about the majesty of a throne

Kids playing by the river
Clothes sitting on the luscious of bed wildflowers
Each object of fleeting focus
Carries a mile-long journey
Snakes look like large worms
Animals come across as hairy creatures
Curious to everything but your fears.

I suppose it'll draw once the ages near
But the dimensions of depth your youth can't await
It's just another place to play
As I wash your skin
Each bath less innocent as it was before
We let you out the door
But the beam of your smile is still so kind
Within our older hearts, it's harder to find &
Harder to give.

You're swimming in the bath
Islands of foam, with all the dirt swimming underneath, you sit alone buoyed by your joy
The eternal toy, all the dirt off you
Don't worry your frame, it's just the gist
Of a playfully bountiful day
Another curious tale, to explore, to endure
My only hope, is these parts remain pure
Hoping against all reason.