My Dog's Eyes

Streetlights on the river
Smoke rising from a chimney
Red roofs in the trees
My dog’s eyes
Water being cut at the bow of a boat
Looking into deep clear water
Velvet
Red velvet
The moon in the clouds
These were children who hadn’t yet lost their sense of wonder
They hadn’t become unseeing and unfeeling
A fast train rushing
A fast train (A fast train)
If children were asked the same question today
Their answers would reflect a more mechanized world
But I’m sure they’d still have that sense of wonder