Rushing water could be heard in the background of the screaming children playing in the forest. Gathering flowers and berries, pretending to be hunters and chasing after rabbits and other small vermin, jumping into the sluggish stream and getting soaked. The joys of children are that of carefree animals that do anything and everything to get enjoyment out of life. What a child may find to be enjoying is mostly mystical whims that make sense in the real world. Entirely necessary, is it, for a child to play all day and live without a care. These naïve monsters are exposed to a harsh cruel world that they have no place being in. That reason exactly, is why children grow up to become adults with responsibility. Adults with worldly pleasures on the mind. Adults who start wars and end others lives to protect their own. The world is a harsh place on those grounds. Children make it brighter with their flower crowns, their mindless banter, their kind words, their soft skin, their glowing eyes, their shining smiles, and warm hearts. To love a child is to love oneself. It gives the ability to care for another the seeds, soil, and sun needed in order to grow. In a sense, children are the means of growth, in the best way possible. They push people to be the best they can be, just by breathing. Though their civil radiance may short lived, the time spent is well worth it.