WhenIbringyoucolouredtoys, mychild, Iunderstandwhythereissuchaplayofcoloursonclouds, onwater, andwhyflowersarepaintedintints—whenIgivecolouredtoystoyou, mychild.
WhenIsingtomakeyoudance, Itrulyknowwhythereismusicinleaves, andwhywavessendtheirchorusofvoicestotheheartofthelisteningearth—whenIsingtomakeyoudance.
WhenIbringsweetthingstoyourgreedyhands, Iknowwhythereishoneyinthecupoftheflower, andwhyfruitsaresecretlyfilledwithsweetjuice—whenIbringsweetthingstoyourgreedyhands.
WhenIkissyourfacetomakeyousmile, mydarling, Isurelyunderstandwhatpleasurestreamsfromtheskyinmorninglight, andwhatdelightthesummerbreezebringstomybody—whenIkissyoutomakeyousmile.
