The Magic of Childhood

There's a magic in childhood, so pure and bright,

A world of wonder, that's free of fright.

It's a place of innocence, where dreams take flight,

And the world around us, is full of delight.

We run and play, with not a care,

And the world is ours, to love and share.

We climb the trees, and feel the breeze,

And everything around us, is full of ease.

We believe in magic, and all that's right,

And the world is bathed, in a golden light.

We make believe, and we pretend,

And the magic of childhood, seems never to end.

We live in a world, that's free from strife,

And we're filled with the joy, of a carefree life.

We're innocent and pure, in all that we do,

And the magic of childhood, is forever true.

So let us cherish, the magic of youth,

And hold onto the innocence, of our youth.

For in the magic of childhood, we find our way,

To a world of wonder, that's here to stay.