A Budding Romance

They walk down the hall
yet to be equipped with many of life's facts
as they "inadvertently" bump
each other's little backpacks.
Though few in years and perhaps wisdom,
they speak to one another as if full grown.
They've been told of the cootie epidemic
but they believe it to be overblown.
They ignore the surrounding riffraff
as they are currently preoccupied by the walk.
With hands clinching straps,
their little mouths continue to talk.
They talk about all that is important
in their little worlds today
but also about all the mundane
that happens to join their conversation's way.
That certain feeling being felt
seems to begin to cast its trance.
Though having no more than six years on earth,
this is obviously a budding romance.
It began before this current scene
with previous groundwork previously laid
and will surely continue forth from here
to a later time and a later tree's shade.
It could end at any moment now,
yet it could last the rest of eternity.
It could end at this current young time
or it could go through the years of maternity,
yet the beauty of this painted scene
is found in the hearts and minds of the kids:
it doesn't presently matter when it concludes
because the current present is ignorant bliss.