The Wisdom of Children

I saw across the landscape
A truly antique ruin of a kingdom.
The golden strands of tape
Laid across the wisdom of children
And my conscious did stir
When it appeared that one did move
However, when I was near,
I did see that there was no love present
Or that any did approve.
The look of true fear
And the lack of stony grooves
Only did steer
Me away on quick hooves.