Sands of Time
By Yin vs Yang
Sand, golden sand, flowing through my hand, like time that escapes us all.
We used to play here.
Content, as the day came to an end.
In Grannie's backyard we'd sit watching the sunset as the shadows grew tall.
In Gran's garden, such spacious ground, what mysteries were to be found.
We did not know.
But with gun in hand to a faraway land we pursued to conquer foe.
We were the heroes,
"bang, bang, you're dead"
But no wound would show, no blood would flow,
and the villians never died only came back for more.
It was no longer a gentle garden, with beautiful butterfly.
It was a Jungle!
Thick with trees, green upon green,
with villian and murderer unseen.
Except to you and me,
who defied fear, saved the world,
and got home in time for tea.