A Child's World Poem by james watkin

A clear-glassed wonder
Gloated over
Like it were his own.
For each live feeling
To be known
As much be shaking
What's to not miss!
What of God, does bare
Infinite care
Ungently held is!

Its prism's effect
His days reflect
With sunshine, smiled through.
Of things best, if shape
But desires new
Filled with an escape;
Time's, limitless.
What by God, moist-placed
Sweet figured, faced
Does a child's world stress.