through the eyes of a child

as we grow older we loose the belife in the magic and wonder of the world our innocence, purity honesty and colour melts away, we see the world as damaged,full of pain struggle, those that have too much and those that have not enough, grey, and hard, maybe we need to open our mind find that child within us, if only for a moment find the sparkle the joy and amazement a child finds in the smallest thing such as their reflection on the water, as they look for fish, or the beauty of an ant its it runs over their tiny fingers, their excitement as they follow a rain drop down the window, would it be such bad thing if we could all do that, we have nothing to loose and who knows what to gain