• clichedpoetandtheirhues 36w

    Don't Grow Up

    Walk to the forest climbing hills, and rocks
    I could see the creatures walk my wonder sigh
    The red fur you could on the wild fox
    Golden brown fur of a bear, and it's war cry

    Crisp clean nothing, but more than a fresh smell,
    nothing, but the delicate, scent of wood
    Legend say that's where the olde orge dwells
    Run, run, run from ideas of adulthood

    Silent sad sounds, said, and spoke don't grow up
    Wolves need a pack, innocent at that
    Want to be sheltered, to cover-up
    Not wanting to be an aristocrat

    Wind, grass, never to let go, worrier
    Run for who you love, be a warrior