A Fairytale – A Season🌻🌞🌞

Do the linden trees still carry the scent they used to share?
You walk the path to meadows now with longer, steadier stride,
Your thoughts stirred deeper by the world’s unrest outside —
A child once wandered here, untouched by burden or by care.

They rise so proud, those trees, and kiss the living sky,
That wondrous shade of June — a tender pastel blue.
You wish their blooms could soothe your footsteps too,
And take you back in time to dreams you left behind.

Their fragrance calms your spirit, a summer's soft embrace,
That cradles you like then — though now, as then, you roam,
With longer steps you cross the fields once called home,
And find yourself adrift in evening’s gentle grace.

At the gates, there is silence — save for the crickets’ song,
That dares you still to dream a secret time portal is near.
To see yourself again, a child, in summer’s cheer —
The joy, the light, the fairytale — a season, all along.

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