Magnifique

Through a child's eyes, I did perceive

a cluster of trees, paired with a faint breeze,

and I did not worry, nor did I grieve,

for I witnessed beauty and my peril did freeze.

Society, of compassion, is barren,

and of solipsism it does reek.

What I feel is isolation therein,

but what I saw was simply magnifique.

Trees laden with different shades of light;

the sky provided a certain glow,

as my spirit rose to new height,

and I thought not of dread and woe.

What I felt was perhaps more than mere sensation,

for through reaction, I must confess,

importance of code and nation

seemed to me less and less.

Yet the truth, I keep in mind,

for I continue to vainly seek

that which I cannot find.

Every day I grow more weak.

I cannot find what was magnifique.

The longer I live, the more I learn

life is not as it was when I was born.

For further company I often yearn,

but do not seek for fear of scorn.

I am son, brother, and friend;

to others I am strange and meek.

I, alone, know myself 'til the end.

Perhaps there I shall find what I seek,

and witness what was magnifique.