“I wonder of the world”
By T. Clark
I wonder of the world
That happens all the day
The innocent abyss
That comes when children play
I wonder how they stay
In their place and time
While climbing the mountains
Or swimming the ocean wide
I wonder if they know
There’s no one really there
I wonder if they see
Their friends are made of air
I wonder if they feel
Their mountain is a hill
Or that the ocean blue
A rocky shore that’s still
I wonder what they see
When in their jungle hut
Or how they learn to tame
Their wild jungle mutts
I wonder of this world
That happens all the day
I wonder how I lost
My innocent days of play
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