There is life all around him, gleaming, teaming
His eyes open in wonder, a bird, a snail, a butterfly
Innocence shines in his smile, in his eyes
He looks on, just watching, not daring to move
Is he a part of this, nature at work?
He stands and wonders, in his awe and naivety
They told him of God, is this his doing?
It cannot be he thinks, there must be much more
It is living, connected, moving as one
Vibrant and flowing, vast and great
Is this the first time he has opened his eyes?
He feels suddenly so small, not tall
Mother is calling him, breaking the spell
Slowly, slowly, he retreats from this place
He has glimpsed for a moment, looking within
Time for tea now, turn the TV on
Poetryman
Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe
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