The creative imagination of this tiny being
The creativeness, the imagination of a young child is impressive
As they live in alternate realities that adults have sadly forgotten,
Every day a different adventure, a different game, a different time
Invisible friends, battle fields, costumes made of red silk cotton.
Children can see through the veil, watching the realities of history
The possibilities of each tomorrow; past, present, fullness of time,
As one exciting reality catches their eye, they step in, let it play out
As they learn, laugh and enjoy life, knowing life is part of the divine.
A young girl sitting on a window ledge, gazing out at the sunny view
She watches the neighbour’s small dog, cavorting through the grass,
But what she actually sees, thinks and feels, is so totally different
As she imagines the dog is a super hero, spying through an eyeglass.
The story will play out in front of her very eyes, as she laughs gaily
The neighbour’s dog suddenly grows tall, becoming a brown bear,
Chasing down the bank robbers who are trying desperately to hide
As the bear gains ground, catching them, they get a horrid scare.
That little girl on the window ledge, watches all this play out with glee
Her tiny hand covering her mouth, as she chortles with deep laughter,
And the storyline outside changes, all the characters are now puppies
Running around in circles, yipping, chasing each other’s tails thereafter.
A small boy child is sitting on his lounge room floor, playing with his toys
He picks up a book, opening the pages, standing it upright on the floor,
Suddenly in his little mind and eyes, the floor is a dry, hard-packed plain
A savannah in the heat of his made-up world, the book acting as a door.
He now sits on the hard-packed and cracking terrain, watching the scene
As he spies on the other side, a grassy plain full of mountains and clouds,
He no longer sees words on a page, as his mind takes him to his new world
One where he can run in the wild, play and surrender to all it enshrouds.
He races over to the mountains, climbing quickly, until reaching the very top
And here he knows he is the King of all that he can see, high above his land,
He can start a war, build a village and farmland or dream up a playground
Changing the scenery, adding in people and animals with a slight of hand.
Every day a new world is delivered by the youngest of imaginative minds
One where they can escape the harshest of realities, any time at their will,
Always a winner, the best of the best, learning, playing and giggling in glee
If only they’d grow up to be an adult, with their imagination in full form still.
Originally posted on Medium