February 20, 2012
The sunshine streams through the open window
Refractions of light dance from the swaying crystal
Broken glass made beautiful

The child wakes from his deep slumber
Hair a-fluff and eyes wide in wonder

He reaches with his chubby hands,
Towards his sparkling flower

Face like porcelain still splashed with moving colors
Drams flash across with innocence,
Innocence only a child could muster

Attention seems never-ending
Beauty sends the mind ascending

To assume this child stays in place is a mistake,
For only those without imagination stay in one place

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