When I bring to you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a
play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints
— when I give coloured toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance I truly now why there is music in leaves, and why
waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth
— when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands I know why there is honey in the
cup of the flowers and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice
— when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely understand what
pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, and what delight that is that is
which the summer breeze brings to my body — when I kiss you to make
you smile.
