A Child at Play

I look at him, his eyes are busy
They lock one moment, then wander away
He is but, a child at play

He looks at one, and then at yonder
He smiles at him, and cries on other
The world for him, not studied yet
He is but, a child at play

If you follow, his gaze at green
Trees and grass, a bird abreeze
He looks at water, gurgles like it
You truly realize, what beauty is
But for him, just another thing
He is but, a child at play

A philosopher at times, but naughty too
A child is one, to learn from too
When he cherishes, and grab it too
But having possessed, throws away too

You can't but help, to think aloud
Isn't this what, I do in Life?