See the infinite

It’s a touch of the infinite when the eyes of a child

fall softly upon your own, lifting ears to the sounds,

those we have forgotten to listen for.

The wind dancing to the beat of their hearts,

tossing hair, floating hats and leaves and shoving birds

out of the way in a playful jest.

Only they, the children see the magic anymore,

the wonder’s of the world, the sky their canvas for

imagination, you know, the clouds the shapes of bunnies.

Do hold them tight, never let them go, never let them change,

we cannot let them grow up, grow up to be us, blind and angry,

searching for the infinite when it stares us in the face.

Saying, ‘Look at that bird, it’s silly, what ice cream do you like,

do you want to play? I can be the hero/magician/princess and you

you can be my friend, we’ll fight the bad guys/villains/black knight.

Reviews

[O Bubbly_snowflake *]

This has a very nice flow to it. I like the way it was arranged, and the imagery you created was very peaceful :)

Very nice!

[Not A Writer]

You perfectly display the innocence of the child and how he/she must not become like an adult, who is cursed with the ability of knowledge and the ignorance of the creation as to what God has surrounded us with. Good job with this write and conveying a message. Ethan