The crystal clear sky

With fluffy white clouds

They would take me to some other world

Away from the crowds

As an eight year old girl,

I imagined them to be

Fairies and funny animals

Creating a story

When I tried to see them again,

After a few years

I couldn't find them,

Those adorable running deers

Infact, now they looked like

Just plain clouds

No animals I could form

No fairies could be found

When I would first look at the sky,

I would imagine myself flying

Now the thoughts that I get are,

People go there after dying

So much has changed now

I see the ugly new,

That was a golden period

Though the memories were few

Those were the days old

The days that I miss

I couldn't help but feel

That ignorance is bliss