He has an everlasting source of energy and a curiosity that is blooming without cease.
His activities are continually occurring and his antics are spurred by the curiosity without release.
His movement from room to room shows it’s affects as everything within his path is displaced.
He is continually changing the order of things as throughout the house he has raced.
But if you watch you see his mind blooming, learning as it continues to grow and expand.
I find that I many times envy him his energy because for me it is tiresome just to stand.
I watch him going to and fro and I find that simply by watching I grow tired.
But he never seems to tire for he is continuously wired.
Lew, you have managed to capture the energy of that youth in your poem, and that is a great acomplishment.
a fellow poet, -Zach :)