I remember a long time ago
when I chased butterflies across
fields of lush green grass,
when the cherry blossoms hung low
on the branches,
and dragonflies danced in my hair.
I remember when my dreams were pure and innocent.
When I stood before the gardenia
bush and inhaled the sweet, heady perfume.
Twas heaven indeed,
when I was showered with cherry blossoms,
as I ran beneath it's branches, when dragonflies
danced in my hair, and my dreams were
pure and innocent...