A spark of art

A heart starts on you 
before you start in life. 
cant say wrong 
But don't do right.
Each eye sees

Two different sky's

When mind thinks to compare

Its just a boy

Innocently dosent care.

And truth we all been there.
cry for joy is this boy

That lives in toy,
who games with life
and sings things"

that don'tmean a thing,
But bring smiles
to adult beings.

Making it everything

Cuz hes cute.
And fascinates

when watching.
And thats a thing

Of all beings

we love laughing.

And all like seen.

Its a beautiful blessing,

On boys soul that holds

The young before the old

a new spark

In him already marked

To wish it to star....

As is" nortured to start

Its time of art.