With your eyes wide

and full of trust for the world,

your small body is all heart.

Strange to you still

are the minor chords of life,

how peace is fleeting

like a flock of starlings.

You are open now,

able to catch sparrows,

butterflies and honey bees,

all that moves in the air

and is free.

Every wonder in the world

falls into your wide eyes

so easily.

Child, do not forget

to remember yourself this way.

written by

Corrine De Winter