The child alone a poet is:
Spring and Fairyland are his.
Truth and Reason show but dim,
And all’s poetry with him.
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The transition from childhood to growing up and losing our imagination only to be given a second chance when we reach senility or learn to touch our inner child.My poem Daisies Bloom in Autumn's Wood captures a similar idea.
...very nice...love the theme of imagination ★