Have you ever seen a child take flight,
Running with his arms open wide?
Flapping them madly around
Over his head, and back to his side?
In that moment he flies
He’s soaring through the clouds
He’s escaped the every day world
No longer deals with the crowds.
The birds all look at him strangely
As though he’s lost his mind
But the little one echoes their cooing
For a moment he’s one of their kind.
The concrete steps will echo
With each thudding step he takes
The birds spread their wings and take flight
The ancient coble stones shake
The innocence of that childhood
Will be gone before you can blink
So before you curse at his antics
Take a moment to sit back and think.
What would you do to have your youth
To enjoy your childhood all over again?
It’s a fleeting moment of our past.
Why wish this one to grow up then?
Let the little one enjoy his run
As he pretends to be a bird.
To ask anything more of a child
Would simply be obsurd.