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The seeds of dreamtime dwell in the centre of a child’s spirituality,
Natural wisdom’s mindful appreciation of the present moment
Presents to their logic, angels can sing and teddy bears can talk,
Mummy will never leave and Pinocchio can walk,
Pussycats won’t scratch and doggy’s tails are toys,
Dolly’s are for little girls and bats are for boys.
This dream of life in this state of heaven
Will change their thinking when they are seven,
Their little wonder brain absorbs knowledge so fast
With millions of nerve cells forming to last,
Verbals torrent “What’s this, what’s that, why this, who’s that”,
With a language learnt in no time flat.
They enter the zone of thinking, logic and learning at school,
With God’s wisdom love and spirit we hold as the rule.
The march of time takes away the cuddly lovely little child,
To behold teenagers, young invigorating meek and mild
The core of their being formed with parental guidance and love.
With an inner kindness and respect soul stamped from above
The seeds of spirituality have grown thru their veins,
Now the world is their oyster to take charge of the reigns.
A CHILDS CENTRE OF SPIRITUALITY…
