On a bright summer day,
A small boy and a man
Sat on a bench in a park
They knew not one another
Yet the tiny tot smiled into his eyes and asked, 'Do you believe in miracles'?
The man, amused,
Looked up at the heavens in the sky
Gazing at the endless, mesmerising blue
At the sun he squinted; the glowing ball of fire that warmed the soil
A bird chirped,
He turned and spotted her vibrant feathers
The hills behind him stood tall
While the trees danced to the tune of the wind
The man then looked at the boy
He shook his head; uttered the abrasive syllable
The child, filled with disbelief
Smirked at the man
Then the sky laughed
And the sun smiled
The bird giggled
The earth grinned
And the hills guffawed
As the man watched on gravely
Trapped in his clouded mind
That blinded him,
Unable to see the blatant miraculous world
that stared and mocked
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
On a bright summer day,
A small boy and a man
Sat on a bench in a park
They knew not one another
Yet the tiny tot smiled into his eyes and asked, 'Do you believe in miracles'?
The man, amused,
Looked up at the heavens in the sky
Gazing at the endless, mesmerising blue
At the sun he squinted; the glowing ball of fire that warmed the soil
A bird chirped,
He turned and spotted her vibrant feathers
The hills behind him stood tall
While the trees danced to the tune of the wind
The man then looked at the boy
He shook his head; uttered the abrasive syllable
The child, filled with disbelief
Smirked at the man
Then the sky laughed
And the sun smiled
The bird giggled
The earth grinned
And the hills guffawed
As the man watched on gravely
Trapped in his clouded mind
That blinded him,
Unable to see the blatant miraculous world
that stared and mocked