An adult’s heaven is more remote than a child’s
more faded
a mockery rather than a haven
looked at with an analytic eye
from a world much smaller than a child’sa world that has no centre
and one that is heavy with subterfuge.
A child’s heaven is his own childhood world
bright and musical
full of mystery, magic and play
and the sweet, pretty joy of innocence,
a vast dew-pearled meadow full of flowers
safely centred and never ending –
a world where tree tops touch the sky.
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