The Color Of Growing Up

Life, freshly cut.
Dewy field of hopes,
Dreams,
Ambitions.
The crisp smell of fearlessness
Whisks past your nose.
Remember childhood?
When green was only the color
Of your favorite Play-Doh and paint?
Now you’re grown…
The faded paper greens leave
But a silhouette
Of a void desperate to be filled.
Missing the old ways of a life,
Freshly cut.