Oh little child so small and new
this world must seem so big to you.
With fresh new eyes you look about
for all the secrets in and out...
Why birds have wings to roam the sky
Or why the clouds they dance on by.
You are a seed that’s meant to grow
from all the wonders you will know.
Your leaves and branches they will be
the layers that will set you free.
So nourish them with roots of truth
and grow in strength throughout your youth
To make your tree stand tall and wise...
you precious babe with brand-new eyes.
Deo Volente
May 20, 2009
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