Through the eyes of a child the world we know is
jaded.
For it's through this precious innocence that the
bad we know has faded.
Every bit of good left in the world, all wrapped
up in his smile.
That's all of life's rainbows and every bit of our
worthwhile.
Every ounce of faith and beleif in things unseen,
all of this resides here in the heart of this tiny
human being.
Clovers they spill from the palm of his tiny hand,
At night fairies whisper him off to dreamland.
His intuition sparkles its existence still
untouched.
Ever stronger at this moment for he knows not of
disbeleif in things as such.
Though it may be our assignment to teach him so
many important things.
We mustn't ignore our own little lessons through
the pleasures that he brings.
For all our hopes, beleifs, imaginations, and even
love, they all reside encompassed in this tiny
gift from him above.