forgotten wisdom of children

Glistening sunlight, a warm breeze and the smell of freshly cut grass. You raise your eyes. The forest, the field and the river seem like something from another world. A scurrying in the undergrowth. An enchanted creature? You run, you stumble, you fall, you pick yourself up. You laugh.The world is a play of colors. Where are you? What time is it? What are you up to? A call from afar. Your name. T...