My heart leaps up when I behold
a rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is the father of Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
- William Wordsworth
I agree with W.W. I want to always be
the birds that decorate our backyard fence,
The songs that children sing that make no sense
the flowers that die in vases around the house,
the sneaky bedtime whispers - quiet as a mouse!
the pictures that fight for space upon my wall
and the children that take delight in them all.
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