What is mystery in the sky?
The sunlight itself? Or a small bird?
Your eyes caught into aerial visits in surprise,
Rainy clouds do hide shining and shifting
Of spreading sunlight, as little it is seen,
As little you are in search and invent
Time of the earth’s flowering season.
You are child to know the speech
That God has created for your nascent eyes,
Life is breathing, yet your childhood thinking
Does hold curiosity, first to know, then to follow
And find all things with clarity, then as a man,
You will dwell in a new world, appearing splendid.