The World and Me

It is gratifying that, Words still have simpler forms, And feelings still have milder versions. That seasons still change, And I get to soak up the sun everyday. How I know,things most don't, And jauntily skip the world that don't recognize me. How I can love, And know my heart's bigger, my sky's bigger, my smile's bigger, Than those petty bundles of flesh and bones will ever know The world for me isn't just a place, It's a mother's love, A young girl's dreams, A dead man's wish to be reminisced, Sweet summer breeze, A bouquet of tulips, A child's curiosity, Not merely a story,an allegory.