a child thinks
a flower is pretty.
true.
as a child,
when younger,
they tend to think
that everything is pretty
like every people they see.
in time, they realize
that some are ugly.
but innocence still
lies within.
a gush of euphony
still voluminously wells.
they play and enjoy
and sleep.
have fun with anything they do
without a hint of doubt or sadness.
not knowing
they'll be growing—
growing up and be a teen,
a stage of life
when you start noticing a dim.
where you need to swim
decide to either or not be seen.
when you learn that you—yourself
is who you can only lean.
isn't it nice to be younger
once again?
and worry nothing
but the next game
you'll be playing.
