cold dark space

Is there anything more beautiful than a child’s honest laugh?
Not just a sound, but an event, an experience.
The sound that holds hope, energy, and trust.
He knows he could heal all the world’s pain in that moment.
Wars would cease mid-fire,
If only his voice could be heard.
The violins would sing his praise, the melody flowing like a stream tenderly,
The horns could sound gently, proclaiming the joyous appreciation for life’s natural beauties,
A reminder of the simple gift of the present is unlike anything else,
the love that knows no limits
over mountains, through the clearest skies,
beyond the comprehension of intellects,
the soft wind on his cheek,
the cool air in his lungs,
the warmth of the sun on his face,
he closes his eyes to make the memory in his mind.
At this moment, anything is possible;
At this moment a child did laugh.