our mirth

children

purposely find the largest

puddle,

to run through,

the tallest tree

to climb,

the biggest

slosh of mud

roll around in,

the steepest hill

of grass

to roll down.

and then

we grow old

and stop.

fun

is unmeasured

at a young age,

but now

we use

teaspoons to ladle

out

our mirth.