Why we breathe

What we hold onto.

People often ask:

Why must we grow up?

One would think

The answer is obvious

The mentality

The expressions

The life

Of a child, is so pure and right

However, if one pictures a utopia,

A world in which we never grow up,

Yet still remain agile to the temptations that growth plays upon us,

We begin to see that it is not maturity that ages us, but necessity.

As we grow, laughter and fulfillment are subsided

And just like a child fallen off a swing for the first time,

We are submerged into a world unknown to us.

We see ourselves for what we are

Evolving from our childhood

But never fully transforming

Because we know that the child in us is the best part of ourselves

And if we had the world to take

We could be children forever

See the world through the eyes of a child,

Watch the sunset through a child’s eyes,

so we know what true beauty interprets

And then, it would be beautiful

Life. would be beautiful 

Reviews

[Kia]

I LOVE the concept of this poem. It really makes one contemplate life and it's meaning and why we go through the experiences we face in life. Very strong poem!

[Sidewalk Observer]

Wow, this is absolutely wonderful. A powerful and indepth analysis of innocence. This poem, so few in words, speaks so much. I adore this piece. If only we could read this through the eyes of a child. I don't think it's impossible. Fantastic!

[Bailey C. Writing]

I loved it!

[Roger Morrison]

Very wise words... bright and hopeful message, a lot to think about here. This is brilliant.

[Joiedevivre]

The people I like the most still display that child quite often. Profound thoughts, great write!

[Indigo Ribbon]

"Yet still remain agile to the temptations that growth plays upon us, / We begin to see that it is not maturity that ages us, but necessity." A thought contemplated by many. Necessity for things to pass, and to learn. The imagery used in this is quite stunning, showing one that through the innocent eyes of a child, beauty can be seen in even the most horrid of things, but as we age, and learn things are never viewed in quite the same way. The poem ends with a shard of hope, "Watch the sunset through a child’s eyes, / so we know what true beauty interprets / And then, it would be beautiful / Life. would be beautiful". It complements the poem beautifully. The only thing I though sounded slightly awkward was "And just like a child fallen off a swing for the first time, / We are submerged into a world unknown to us." The tense in the first line "a child fallen" sounds awkward when put together with the following line. Other than that, brilliant. Thanks for sharing ^.^

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A brilliant write and much to ponder here......