As I watch the world around me I wonder:
The dog runs after the cat,
The birds chirp in the sunshine
And the children play in the grass.
How innocent these things seem,
How incredibly simple joy is to a child.
A child doesn't see things the same,
They see color and adventure and freedom.
While we see race, work, and crime;
Children see the simple pleasure of life.
Things we look over everyday
And call a waste of time.
Children are the devine art of God.
They know no evil or discrimination;
They see only the beauty of life...
What was crafted by God's hands.