Swinging together on a tire

The breeze amused by our innocence

As we tried to go high enough to touch the clouds

I was the queen and he was the king

Of our small little world

Where wishing on a star would come true

Where flowers would never stop blooming

Where the sun would wear shades and smile

Where we bounced on clouds 

Like they were trampolines

It was place

Where our dreams would go wild

Without anyone locking them in a cage

Without anyone killing them 

Without anyone trying to tame them

It was a place

that flowed rivers of happiness

On which we float away with time

That place slowly began to disappear

as we grew older

We tried to visit that place again

But age had turned it into the dessert land

called reality