A Child

Today, I wanted to shed some light on the children of this world. This is a poem I had written about a year ago, and it is one of my favorites. Enjoy!

A Child

A child is innocence

Their eyes are brand new

They can see anything they want

They interpret differently

Simple things are beautiful

Like leaves on the autumn trees

They attack the world

Like opening a new toy

Full of excitement

Even when something scares them

They move onto something new

They run and play with bright eyes

No worries

Their only focus is fun

Little curious minds

Their view is not yet tarnished

They seek truth and joy

Enjoying everything put in their path

Their eyes show light and hope

Not corruption and worry

They see what we wish we could go back to

They are still free