Through The Eyes Of a Child

What if my inner eyes were taught to see The eyes of God watching me What if my pupils were old soul in young orb My muse more inquisitive What if I were schooled to be seen and heard With grammatical correct words What if my chores included travels by books With landscapes to enrich my mind What if choreographed moves to piano tunes were mine And evening walks was ours, my hand in yours towards sea What if I were told fresh air is as the breath of God And morning as first gift of day What if sharing was as silent as visitors with blessings What if I were told young and old are as student and teachers What if, what if, what if. *