You, see the world through the eyes of a child- <br />One who has contemplated the soft chirping of <br />The emerald crickets at midnight. <br />One who gathers the brown leaves of autumn together <br />Simply to kick them away again. <br />One who smiles widely when called <br />By his mother. <br />One who weeps unashamed when he is alone <br />And lost. <br />One whom asks large questions, <br />And is given small replies. <br />A chaser of mist. <br /> <br />We’ve gained many things- <br />Yet lost all of these. <br />I have devoted my time <br />To growth, <br />Yet all I now wish is <br />To shrink.<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chaser-of-mist/
