WHEN AND WHY
WHEN I bring 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 know 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 flower,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 the summer breeze brings to my body—when I kiss you to make you smile.
