Paper Boats

Take away my wealth,
Take all my riches if you will,
But return me to those rains of carefree childhood,
In which the paper boats sailed.

Where the beaming sun beckoned kids to play,
And bright kites fluttered in the blue summer skies,
Like the patterned wings of spirited butterflies,
Soaring, sailing… free.

Take away my wisdom,
Snatch away my years,
Just bring me back my freedom,
The days of dreams and hopes.

Oh that ignorant bliss,
That kept me sound asleep at night,
Soft humming of the nightingale’s song,
What a beautiful lullaby.

Those familiar streets ringing with ghosts of children’s laughter,
It’s where I belong, where I prevailed
Return to me those rains of carefree childhood,
In which the paper boats sailed.