his clear blue eyes were shining, glistening in the bright sunlight

as his mouth kept opening and closing,

gaping at his surroundings.

his mother and father watched him lovingly, bright smiles

displayed on both of their faces as a few years ran down

their red cheeks.

the snow outside fell delicately, every single piece settling itself

on the cold grass, covering everything

with its beautiful white colour.

he looked at me.

i looked into his eyes, a beautiful ocean

full of innocence and curiosity, the soft waves

moving in an unknown rythm.

the soft strands of his brown hair fell

on his forehead as his small fingers moved

in every possible motion.

he looked at me,

but he looked right through me.