I wonder what it is like-

To look through the eyes of a child

I wonder what thoughts,

hide behind their smiles

Awe and Admiration

of the artistry surrounding.

The earth is their playground. 

Experiments of experience yielding. 

As we grow older,

the wonder becomes faded.

Pretentious, we become,

Oblivious to the good God created. 

How I wish for youth’s encore!

To be enamored by trivial means. 

As my world turns gray with age,

I long for a time it was colored brilliantly

• ( A.G.)