When The Earth Was Home Poem by ashok jadhav

I was a child of open fields,
Of barefoot paths and morning dew;
The sky was near, the grass was kind,
And every tree a friend I knew.
I spoke with clouds that drifted slow,
I named the stars at close of day;
The moon would follow where I went,
A silver guide along my way.
The river taught me how to laugh,
It leapt and danced on shining stone;
The wind would comb my tangled hair
And claim my heart as all its own.
I learned my lessons from the soil,
From seeds that slept and rose once more;
From ants that labored without pride,
From birds that sang and asked no more.
No walls confined my wondering mind,
No clocks commanded when to play;
The sun would call me home at dusk,
The earth would tuck my dreams in clay.
Now years have built their heavy doors,
And cities hum where fields once lay;
Yet deep within, that child still walks
Where nature holds my heart at play.