To a child

Sweet child of mine
what shall i teach you
Shall i teach of what the
wood creatures speak
or what the light spring
bubbles on incessantly
Shall i teach you the
whisperings of the wind
or the voyages of the clouds

Though i might fail to teach you
all this and more
look no further than the
starry skies.

They are the greatest of tutors
and our constant watchers.