The child looked at the flickering flame
When,across his mind a thought came.
He wanted to touch the candle's flame
And see if it would remain all the same.
He satisfied himself with a burnt matchstick
As,with it he prodded at the sooty wick.
The flame went berserk,trying to break free
The child stared,his heart filled with glee.
He prodded some more-the flame went out
He gasped and put his hands on his mouth.
No matter how hard his parents tried
They could never get inside the child's mind.
He was thinking about the beautiful world
And the mysteries,still there to be unfurled.
The child sat in the darkness-mystified.
The wind was blowing hard,outside.........
