I look through eyes of childish wonder.
I know so much, yet I know so little.
Flames bloom, and winds caress.
Nature's beauty lives and breathes anew.
The heart leads true, but the mind questions it's path.
The quiet insight of silence abounds.
The cacophony of life holds music within it's embrace.
Days, months, decades go by, unbeknownst to the masses.
They fret and they whine, never stopping to listen and ponder.
A spark flies as two people interact.
The pair thinks, watches, listens.
Their hearts sing, and their minds compose.
A wrench is thrown into the works slowing the machine down.
A brief moment everyone stops and listens, an inkling of a smile.
The flow of the river changes course.
The fish swim the river anew.
By Rev Vlad, 1997
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