Standing own my own,

Beside the window,

Looking out,

To the playing children,

In the garden,

Laughing,

Running,

Jumping,

Shouting,

Out of this world,

In their own world,

With their own beauties .

They are the only people,

Who truly enjoy their presents,

Leaving aside everything,

Just in the moment,

They are breathing,

Living fully ,

How worthfull they are?

How happy they are?

How beautiful they are?

How pretty they are?

Thinking,

Where I have been lost?

I was the same

Who am I now?

What happened?

Where have gone my childhood?

Who snatched it from me?

Then realizing,

I was the one,

Who let it go,

I know,

I was not only the one,

But I was too,

I let it go, 

I shouldn't have done it,

Feeling regretful,

Hopping for it once again,

Then I realized,

I can bring it back,

Yes I can bring it back,

Coming down to the garden,

I just smiled

And rewelcomed my childhood

Once again,

Playing with them,

Laughing,

Jumping,

Running,

Shouting,

And enjoyed my present,

Truly and fully, 

Transforming my feelings,

I gifted myself,

The thing,

I have lost once.