Never-never-land

Butterflies and rainbows

Blue skies and birds

Summertime sunshine

Three little words

Futures so vibrant

Stretching for miles

Sixteen years old

Enchanted, beguiled

Too young to conceive

Of the cruelty of fate

Naivety of youth

Pure minds yet to taint

Believing reality

As just what you see

Not the interpretation

Of what one perceives

Watching colours of a rainbow

Refracted in light

Blind to life's shades of grey

There is no black or white.