It lives in all of us

Chubby little child

springing circles

With Humming smiles,

It's curiosity comes and goes.

a miracle of good

But a gift from god

to all his goods.

A blessed child of truth

born with soul

from little head

To tiny toe. 

Innocent and

out of control.

where child goes,

Only the Lord knows

Where he sleeps

Its toddler feet.

heavens, water,

or earth.

A wish

doesn't light

If soul...

dont give it life.

Above him

an angel floats,

Vibeing hopes

From heaven

to world home.

With wings

covering his dreams,

with songs

That last as long

as his snorring sings.

When innocence

fly free and see

And still just be!.

Is why the Lord

made a bee.

Those years are

Captured as treassure

And same time,

Lost deep inside your kid.

From its dreamings

It's spirit wont ring,

its a child thing.

A purity indefinitely.

Open eyes that can see

the airs" colouring findly wind.

And just follows and smiles...!