to be as a child

to be as a child- to marvel at the falling of leaves, and at the most uninteresting of clouds - how sweet it must be.
what must it be like to run in the grass without fear, brandishing finger-guns and stick-spears at imaginary evil? i can't remember anymore.
they are honest, and they do not judge. they run and they laugh, they fall and they get back up. they shout in tongues as they chase after red rubber balls and they cry when they miss their turn, dirty hands making mud with tears wiped from flushed cheeks. they are fearless, they are unashamed.
they are free.
to be as a child- to have figured out the world and to be in awe of it all the same- how sweet it must have been.

2 december 2009