Through His Eyes

I often look at his eyes and wonder, "What does he see?"  Does he see the world differently?  I imagine that he must.  There is such innocence in him.  He just does not know how crazy this world is.  I look at his eyes and sometimes feel that there is an old soul in there.  It almost seems as if he knows something that we do not.  Through his eyes I see the world differently.  I take more time to look at the beauty around me.  That is what he is doing soaking in everything and looking at everything, and I just wonder, "What does he see?"