A child imbued with happiness.

With a smile as pure as diamond.

As he flocks towards the lush landscape, smothered with branches and plants basked within a floral fragrance.

A peculiar object reflects his outline.

Dull looking yet sharp.

With a cylindrical shape and a pointed edge.

"So harmless"

A shame, how innocence clouds judgement.

Or is reality too cruel to bend its shape and maintain a souls purity?

For innocence turns to maturity.

And fantasies erodes reality.

But as colourful colours danced through the sky,

He lied down to glare among the clouds.

A lifeless state with no thought to attach.

For colourful colours seep out.

A lushful aroma turned into smoke and flame.

As red colours the world, painting his canvas,

And his frame.