To live like a child

I was just looking at the children at my mother’s daycare

They were starring at a fence and saying hello to pig, to bird, to cow, to all the farm animals their eyes could see

They wondered at the simplest things

I can’t even remember what it was like to do such awe of earthly things that seem so pedestrian and commonplace today

The children ran with such glee and are so merry and so happy by just running and playing and calling me to chase them as a monster

They live so purely

I am envious of such days

When I could as they do

To live like a child and be happy without much of a reason and be in bewilderment of the wind

Of the trees

Of the grass or of bees