by Dawn Stout

Created on: July 15, 2009

Through the eyes of a child,

I see the green grass and leaves on the trees.

I see the bright blue sky and the white puffy clouds.

Through the eyes of a child,

I see the good in all people

I see the joy in a new puppy.

Through the eyes of a child,

I learn to love again,

The simple things in the world around me.

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