The little boy was thrilled, what a day at last.
there was magic in the wind, the stage was cast,
to view the wonder of a camera in his tiny hands.
What a sight it was, to see the tiny tot walk
to capture the clouds, the flowers and flying stork.
But Alas! Such tragedy it was, to see the poor boy cry.
for everytime he pressed the shutter, there was a bus driving by.
The flowers lay hidden amongst the tall towers.
The clouds were lost behind the smog.
Cars crushed the green grass beneath
That was the hardly the picture he sought!
The beauty he imagined melted with his thoughts
For the camera brought with it an ugly reality
Of a world that didn’t exist before for him.
He tossed the machine for it had ruined his dream
of a pretty picture, unreal as it seemed.
At the end of a rainbow 
A beautiful way of saying :))
Thanks, was just writing what happened to me when I was trying to click a photo of the beautiful clouds that gathered after the rain :P. Was trying to think what a child may feel when every picture he/ she tries to take gets ruined this way!