Colored Toys
When I bring to you colored toys, my child,
I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,
And why flowers are painted in tints
– when I give colored 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.





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