Fleeting Moments

I see my children,
The sun in their hair, the wind in their clothes,
The sky in their eyes.
Freedom is theirs,
Fleeting, but true.

Emotions so pure,
Joy, rage, curiosity,
There and then gone,
A flash in time.

Innocence on the brink of knowledge,
My oldest always questioning,
Trying to understand the world around him.
All the while his brother struggles,
Just to keep up.

They grow so quickly,
New words, spelling, remembered trivia, writing.
But none of that matters, watching them spin,
Arms flung open,
Spirits like the wind