one budding diminutive why
staring at the sky
in that beautiful youthful wonderment of innocence
beyond piggish power
and far from cultivated fear
so beyond the grip of authority
beyond stuffy temples
and stale priests and gurus
beyond tests
and drunken parties
sweet sky staring
further than thought’s weary boredom
and so far away from cold shoulds and musts
alive
whole
and unprogrammed
also looking down
of course
at tiny grasshoppers and katydids
Childhood time is a magical time)
and it’s all about magic (really)
life is
It’s so beautifully full of magic
life is
And youthful joy is that wonderment
and that feelingcloseto
sweet immortality
So many adults lose those wonderous moments
drink to their bitter depression
and go through the motions without
ever being alive
?Why do they stop asking questions
?Why do they with starched faces
cadaverously walk right past joy and beauty
I don’t ever want to grow up
I don’t ever want to grow up
I don’t ever want to grow up
Childhood time is a magical time
and it’s all about magic
(really
Silver-Spotted-Skipper (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
Silver-Spotted-Skipper (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016
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