Childishness and Maturity

In a world of laughter, soft and bright,

Lives a heart untouched by weight or fright,

Where childish dreams take flight in skies,

And questions bloom in wondering eyes.

A child runs barefoot through morning dew,

Chasing shadows that flit and skew,

The world a canvas, wide and free,

A place to climb, to fall, to be.

Giggles echo in empty halls,

Paper boats drift past garden walls,

Imagination paints in boldest hue,

Every simple thought feels true.

But time whispers softly, as rivers flow,

Its currents shaping what we know,

The frolic fades, replaced by thought,

Lessons in life that must be taught.

Maturity rises like dawn’s first light,

Turning fleeting play into insight,

It weighs the heart with careful hands,

Sees the world not as castles in sands,

But as paths we walk with reasoned pace,

Where choice and consequence interlace.

Yet in maturity’s steady gaze,

Lingers the echo of childhood days,

The sparkle of mischief, the pure delight,

The fearless dreams that took their flight.

Childishness is the spark, the flame,

Maturity the steady, guiding aim,

One paints with wild, untamed zest,

The other molds, decides what’s best.

Together they dance, entwined, allied,

The carefree joy and wisdom side by side,

For life is neither all play nor all rule,

But the gentle balance that shapes the soul.

So cherish the laughter, but heed the call,

Grow in grace, yet retain it all,

The wonder, the curiosity, the boundless glee,

And the strength to face what we’re meant to see.

Childishness and maturity, hand in hand,

Two rivers that nourish the soul of man.