I guess I feel a little childish,
When I think of my childhood days.
Guess I've not grown up,
In so many ways.

I remember times when it would rain,
And Mom would let me out to play.
It felt so good to squash mud between my toes,
It was a perfect day.

It was fun to us to look for things,
Like locust shells on trees.
They were perfect in the shape of locust,
But through them you could see.

Now to a child that's interesting,
To know a bug had left it's shell,
And yet was flying around somewhere,
Still doing very well.

Or see a tiny chick come from out a shell,
When before that was just an egg.
Or watch a tadpole in the water,
Start to grow it's legs.

The whole world is a mystery,
But not just to a child.
We have the mysteries of many things,
And they'll be mysteries for quite a while.

It keeps us thinking about important things.
Some things we weren't meant to know,
Like why the butterfly must wing its way,
From its cocoon alone.

There is a reason for all things,
That's why we can't understand what they do.
It takes away all mystery in life,
And takes the fun from you.

Like watching an ant hard at work,
Carry a crumb many times his size,
But who knows the reason,
Maybe to him that is a prize.

Watch a bumble bee getting nectar,
Busy all day long
Flying from flower to flower,
Until the day is gone.

Faye Reyenga © 4 / 16 / 2009
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