Sweet Child
Take me back to the oaks that sway in the breeze,
with the wind in our hair and the sunset tease.
Singing aloud to each other and ourselves,
the crickets our choir, the birds, our bells.
Laughing and running, humming all day,
skipping and playing, no worries in the way.
Take me back to the words that filled out minds. Words that were shouted, Sweet Child O’ Mine.
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