In puddles, we find our laughter anew,
Where age surrenders to youthful glee,
For being a kid is a vibrant hue,
Painted in moments wild and free.
The raindrops dance, a playful parade,
Inviting us to join their merry game,
In each splash, a memory is made,
Of joy unbound, untamed by shame.
No calendar dictates the heart's delight,
As we leap through puddles with abandon,
Youth blooms in the soul's unyielding light,
In every gleeful splash and random pattern.
So let us dance with the rain's soft kiss,
Embrace the child within, forever young,
For age is but a number we dismiss,
In puddles, where our spirits sung.
Being a kid has nothing to do with age; it's about attitude, like dancing in puddles. It's the unabashed joy of seeing rain as a playground rather than a nuisance, the willingness to embrace whimsy and laughter without hesitation. As we grow older, these moments remind us that youth isn't confined to years but thrives in the spirited defiance of the mundane, where every puddle invites us to rediscover the carefree spirit that knows no bounds.
by Follow Poetry by Belle
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