Through the eyes of a child |
The wide eyes of a child look upon a world reborn |
See the glory of a rose that never bears a thorn |
The wide eyes of a child can invent a laughing moon |
And the orange sun leaps high just as a floating toy balloon |
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He clearly sees the flower and the bird |
Whose thoughts he knows without needing any word |
And any child can hear ringing laughter from a stream |
Hear the music of the heart, to us a half-forgotten dream |
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In sleep he hears the star's distant song |
Oh, may its wonder last for his whole life long |
If we had vision too, as we stumble on our ways |
We could sometimes see our days as through the eyes of a child |