If ever there was any innocence,
It would be in a childhood dream.
Where one sailed the seven seas
In a paper boat down the stream.
To meet the fairies of wonderland
With pink frocks and magic wands.
And fly with them to the silver moon
In a ship made of colored balloons.
And on the way, maybe fight and slay
Fire-breathing dragons that lie in wait,
And find a cave full of shiny treasures
On the banks of a flowing chocolate river.
Yes, there never was anything sweet
And precious like a childhood dream
Seen through the eyes of innocence
Like little bubbles of effervescence.
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Childhood dreams are fascinating. Nicely expressed
Thank you so much papa
Indeed!!
And with that that ‘childhood’ gets dumbed down by the school and the education system, where we all lost most of our ability of creative solutions and curiosity.
As George Land says “Uncreative behaviour and Thinking is learned.” and attributed the same to schools 100%
Thanks Jerrit, and I agree too.