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 fower， and why fruits are secretly flled 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.