That Magical Phase

The sound sleep , the carefree play The buzz of energy all the day... The pearly smile , The gleaming eyes The notorious and imploring cries The glass skin, the little palm The euphonious voice with the epitome of calm.. The pious heart pounding fast Their bubble of joy they choose to enjoy Carrying the school bag, eager to learn Meeting the friends , what more to yearn.. The bright toys with funniest sounds the joyous glee that it surrounds The bouncing ball like the excited soul The innocence like God, with happiness as the ultimate Goal.. Curiousity filled with how and why.. With the spirits always appreciably high The tender age with pink cheeks The nostalgia that this time leaves Childhood years are the magical phase Thankyou Lord for those most remembered days...