A heartfelt laughter for the silliest
Of things from a child's lips
Is like adoring a blooming flower.
It is undoubtedly a celestial form
Of God from the Heavens above.

When the same laughter for the tiniest
Of things from a grown-up is indisputably
Smeared with contrived mockery,
Again with a laughter suppressed by the lips.

The joy of childhood is not just
A seed of innocence planted at birth,
But it is in the virtue of living by it
Instead of shying away from it.

The easiness of simplicity is made
Uneasy by the complexity of smugness.
It is the malice...