The world revolves with wonderment and glow

spinning with mystery excitements that go.

With billions of people not one is the same

living their lives most all in the game.

Hustle and bustle fast paced is the speed

moments are wasted all time must concede.

The years, and the months, the days, and the hours

all blurred like a canvas brush strokes and flower.

Amazing events transpire all around

to appreciate the glory a stop must be found.

A moment a pause a timely reflection

to halt in the middle and change ones direction.

Looking around observing the view

repeating ones footsteps retracing a few.

Remembering the innocence of unclouded youth

unfettered happiness, and illuminating truth.

A child’s eyes have the wisdom to bare out the flaws

to see the whole world, and not look for cause.

One wish I would have not fortune or fame

to look through those eyes, to see it the same.