"Do you see the birds flying south?"
young voice whispered to great sky.
"Do you see the leaves failing miserably to leave?"
harsh voice yelled to whoever who listened.
"No mister"
big eyes in wonder
"For me the world is pure and light, don't robb me of what you lack. For the innocence is great and worthwhile, a bliss I will forever wish to have back"
wise child spoke and questions arose.
"Are you Peter Pan, love?"
patient and loving wondered aloud.
"No, I am no other alike, for I am unique, comparing me to youth is simple and naïve, for I too grow up tomorrow"