There was a time when the wide world <br />seemed immense, when every tree <br />was gigantic, streams were like rivers <br />with something celestial <br />that touching my eyesight <br />when I was but a child <br /> <br />but now as a man <br />it’s with different eyes that I look <br />and although things have taken <br />their normal size <br />there are still things that are sublime <br />that I at times comprehend. <br /> <br />The rainbow with its bright colours <br />that arc above the earth, <br />has a kind of magic <br />which science explains, <br />but still there’s a kind of mystery <br />that nothing can really measure. <br /> <br />The rising sun that paints the sky <br />and clouds in its loveliness, <br />even the moon and stars <br />have an own influence <br />on feelings, on well being <br />as if in their presence they can bless.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-was-a-time-14/
