There is a place upon a hill,

Where all is fair and all is mild,

And sitting there one sees the world

With eyes of wonder, of a child

      who lives within, who longs to view

      the little creatures passing by,

Or leaves that fall from gentle trees

      and dance their way down from the sky.

This wondrous child of graceful days

      knows nothing but a world of peace,

And cannot know why those who fight

      would rather lose the lovely ease

      of living from a child's pure heart,    

      and seeing with a child's new eyes,

In keeping faith with wonder's gifts

This child remains forever wise.

 

Poetry Section -  Poems for an Awakening Earth