A child sits in a garden
With sunlight in his hair,
He cannot talk he cannot walk
He relies on his wheelchair.

But his eyes are bright and shining
As he gazes all around
He claps and gets exited
when a leaf falls to the ground.

He laughs to see a butterfly
settle on a twig
He twists around in his wheelchair
As if to do a jig.

He is happier in his world
than any of us can be,
His world is full of innocence
No evil does he see.