Evocation

hazy beams of cascading light

sunlit motes of dust in flight

lazy days free of worries

languid grace neer hurried

wading shallow streams and ponds

‘mongst greenish fern-like fronds

dragonflies flitting and skimming

iridescent wings brightly shimmering

unfettered and pure like cloud-free skies

youthful spirits joyously rise

running free on unblazed trails

stirring up the squirrels and quail

climbing rocks and trees alike

relishing in the grandest sights

obstacles of every height

conquered without pause or fright

hazy beams of cascading light

‘venturous days and innocent minds

have yielded now to daily grinds

but at tunnel’s end still is light