Little One, what do you see?
Your ecstatic smile lights your face.
Are there reflective thoughts that you alone think? Is there a Voice that you alone hear?
What is this joy that you soley observe?
Seeing as you see would delight my soul.
Joy often eludes the old.
Beauty in Nature becomes insignificant; trivial and expected. Mundane.
Common.
How did I let Nature’s beauty escape the grasp of my mind; the very essence of self?
Did I stop listening to the whisper of the breeze? Is the sparkle in the dust somehow lost on me? The rainbow in the puddle; where did it go?
Little One. Revive my wonder.
Smile, twinkle, revel. Teach me.
Remind my spirit of the simple Beauty in smallness.
Oh Little One, share with me.
What do you see?