What does one feel when he is curious?
What does he feel when he thinks?
What does she look at when she blinks?
Curiosity brings upon them
A state of wonder
Which they cannot deny,
They keep wondering and wondering
For the knowledge
They cannot petrify.
A child looks at a cat,
And wonders what it does,
For he does not know a bug,
When it comes a-buzz.
The girl looks at a tree,
She wonders why it is green,
She wonders why it stands,
And why it isn't mean.
Teenagers look at their subjects,
Ever the more inquisitive,
Wondering what was left behind,
Sin the knowledge is not insensitive.
Adults question their work,
Looking to philosophy,
Hoping they won't slack off,
And cause a great catastrophe.
The baby crawls and points,
Wondering what is playing from the stereo,
Mama tells him it's music,
That is coming from the radio.
Pre-teens look at their bodies,
Wondering what certain parts are,
And, to be decent, the parents speak privately,
For we need not say much more.
Newton sat under a tree,
Only to feel an apple fall,
He came up with gravity,
Since the tree was very, very tall.
Galileo looked at the stars,
With a telescope of great improvement,
He saw the moons of Jupiter,
Circling in an orbital movement.
Da Vinci painted pictures,
Like that of the Mona Lisa,
He experimented with engineering,
And did it without a Visa.
Darwin looked at animals
And different species,
And found evolution,
With a look at their feces.
Teens wonder abut each other,
About what goes through their minds,
They wonder about relationships,
And about what keeps their binds.
Children look for wisdom,
In which they understand,
For they won't make mistakes,
If they take a hand.
Adults have experience,
But are still curious,
they learn and think
They'd make you think
They may have gone delirious.
Curiosity goes to show,
What we really want to know;
It helps us in our daily life,
It helps us when we have a wife,
It helps us in our times of strife,
Which shows us what faith bestows.
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