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.
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