The color of childhood
Childhood,
is green.
It is the small tree on the roadside,
It is our naughty sweat drop,
Now,
there are still us chasing under the tree footprints.
Childhood,
is blue.
It is the clear sky,
It is our innocent dream,
Now,
the stars in the night sky are still guarding this dream .
Childhood,
is golden.
It is a beautiful butterfly,
beating its wings,
carrying our young hearts,
conveying the love of the world.
The colors of childhood are unpredictable.
You can never guess it,
because it has already irrigated our thirsty hearts with happiness and warmth.
Note, I am a beginner in writing poetry, so I may not be very good at writing. Please forgive me.