Small Shadows

In the soft light of a fading day,
Where the sun dips low and colors sway,
A child runs wild in fields of gold,
Chasing dreams that never grow old.

Her laughter dances on the breeze,
Echoing through the whispering trees;
But soon her joy will take to flight,
As shadows stretch into the night.

Beneath the boughs where secrets lie,
She finds a nest where small birds cry—
The world around her slows and bends,
In these small shadows where magic blends.

Each shadow tells of tales long gone,
Of gentle giants and quiet dawns;
The stories woven in twilight’s loom,
Where whispers gather in the gloaming gloom.

"Come play with me," she calls out loud,
To figures hidden within the shroud;
Yet only silence meets her plea—
Just small shadows that dance with glee.

As dusk unfolds its velvet drape,
She gathers dreams in a fragile shape—
Not all who wander are lost from sight;
Some linger softly till morning light.

When dawn arrives with golden rays,
The shadows shrink and fade away;
But memories linger like scents of spring—
In small shadows lies everything.