Eyes Of A Child

I looked through the eyes of a child Everything was adventurous and wild, And everything that I ever saw On it I just wanted to crawl. I wanted to touch everything that I could Not ever asking or thinking if I really should, Then those times I could never explain Why kicking or touching it caused me pain. Everything that I saw was an adventure As I went out on a daily venture, Many times I looked and I thought what is this My wondering I would not ever dismiss. The world was new and always alive It was my ultimate and adventurous drive, I wanted to look about and explore As I had done the many days before. I never saw or found hate or sin Never did I see evil or bad women or men, And never did I saw religion or faith And I always felt protected and always safe. All that I saw was houses and roads and trees And flowers and snowflakes floating in the breeze, Upon the world again I was happily hooked When through the eyes of a child, I looked. Randy L. McClave