The joy of being a child .....

children always look at its surrounding with wondrous eyes , they see magic in everything they touch , to them the flower in the bush is to be pick and take apart leave by leave and see what makes them be and why the color is .they love the wolly caterpillar as he go along its way minding it's own business with no care of the world he lives in .

they run after the butterfly to see if they can catch her and see what makes her tick .they make mud pies of the earth beneath their feet , their hands at play molding and creating to see their work of art they run and jump to see who jump the highest ,they shout to see who shouts the loudest ,their happy chatter in rhythm with the birds that nest and sing their song because they know the spring is near .. their happy faces bringing joy to their surrounding . their frolicking is like a kiss to all that watch them , and in the afternoon the sun as bright as it can be ..they squint their eyes to look above .to see the clouds and see what they can see and see what they can make of all the clouds floating above .. their shouting saying its a horse , is an angel or a dog ,their innocence as pure as the golden fleece ,their beauty as precious as a diamond is ,their eyes as sparkling as a gurgling brook .their energy as pure as when they were born . it is a children's world ,it is a paradise for those who wish those treasures that abound within each heart but only children know the mysteries from past lay there .. ninia....