Little Magic Child

There’s beauty in the world, no need to look too hard

Even in a game of greed, she smiles at the queen on a card

And all the parents watching, smile at the thought

That the grass seems to be better than the presents the child got

They laugh at how little it takes to make her smile

Because they haven’t had the magic, not for awhile

It disappeared when all children’s tales were proved false

And shines for a second with the rapid beating of pulse

When love sinks in, the magic flickers in their hearts

But it’s nothing like the flame inside a child, a real work of art.