A Child's Realm

Each child’s realm comes dancing along.
Skipping, merrily, encoded in song.
The places our young offspring roam,
Are no environs for those who spit and scorn.

But watch what he does,
When the young boy does play.
As he prances and dances
Through the length of his day.

It’s magic, you see
To set Love so free.
It is the twinkling of their eyes,
That bring us revelations, large in size.

From a wellspring of joy
They happily romp!
To play with cat, dog, mouse
Or leaf pile to stomp!

No power can stop such boldness.
No darkness can dampen such light.
Each beauty born without trying,
Each soul reaching its peak before dying.

Not too soon, not too soon
A child’s spirit does intone,
To ward off devices
They see cause adults to groan.

The special place in each child’s heart
Lies wrapped but unfolding each day from the start.
So seek to revive such inner beauty
Before someone calls you old, mean, and far too snooty!