A simple child will ask and not know
If the sun and the sky and the earth do grow
And he'll wonder and stare with longing at clouds
Watch the world pass by, and never know how
And just listen to the songs, the words we can't hear
He'll soak up the Earth through his mouth, eyes, and ears
And the glittering sun and the soft, gentle breeze
Are his friends, and he doesn't care for disease
So he loves the storm, and the cold, winter, too
For they comport him while everyone is blue
And he'll watch and he'll wonder, be a part of the world
Without really knowing, and then with fists furled
He'll wake up to life - or so it would seem
Is the world that we know only a dream?
that was deep... no other way to put it... :)
ReplyDeleteDefinitly a captivating piece. It is very enjoyable to watch you explore new, undiscovered territory in your mind, and toy with the idea through the form of a poem. I hope that you continue with this trend.
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