By Greg Kirton
Children are a wonderful gift,
Their innocence makes heavy hearts lift.
Imagination fills their souls,
Creating wonder in all they behold.
A simple courtyard becomes a palace,
Colored by a dream's beautiful palette.
Mystery fills each and every space,
As curiosity guides each sweet face.
Life, so full of great possibilities,
Each step the mind fills with new discoveries.
The young soul, not yet aware of fear,
Leaps optimistic into each new frontier.
Time takes this gift from all,
As we age from spring to fall.
Things grow dim and tarnished,
The world no longer shines as if varnished.
But when we see children at play,
Colors return and are no longer grey.