What joy to see the world
Once again through a toddler's eyes!
When all is novel, fresh and new;
When the sky seems a brighter blue
Against the colourful butterflies.
The magic of nature once more unfurled
To my tired old eyes.
What delight to watch as he tries to grasp
At a leaf that floats past;
And watch him stroke the grass
With his soft, innocent feet
Trying to pinch it with his toes.
To see him wrinkle his surprised nose,
Covered in pollen,
When he sniffs the rose.
What fun! What glee!
As he runs, arms high to the sky,
Trying to catch seagulls on the beach;
Always just beyond his reach.
What deep contentment
To sit beside him,
His soft, smooth cheek against mine
And blow a dandelion,
And listen intently
To the hum of bees
Making honey in the trees.
A moment of deepest peace,
To revisit innocence
When I take his little hand in mine
And we watch the tides of time.
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