Innocence Lost

I remember many years ago
When frost perched all around
We gazed with curiosity
At a field of snowy down
Its smooth and pure perfection
Crossed the valley far below --
The only tracks were angels in the snow

Though we held the best intentions
In our youthful winter games
We trod across the landscape
And the hills began to change
We payed it little notice and
Began to play once more
But the field soon looked much different than before

With zeal and young exuberance
We were lost amidst our games
Though time stands still for no one
And soon the evening came
We were beckoned towards the cabin
To come in from the cold --
Begrudgingly we did as we were told

I strained to see the hillside
Where we'd played amidst the snow
When the land was smooth and brilliant
In the valley far below
All I found were trodden footsteps
In the path that lay behind
That didn't match the joy within my mind.

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