The sun that shines on your sweet head adores
The moment when it wakes to find you there.
Illuminating you’s one of those chores
That makes even a planet punch the air.
The air that flows into your pretty nose
Is luckier than any fancy breeze.
Invigorating you’s a wind that blows
Your happiness of wonder through the trees.
The trees that give you shelter from the sun
Spread out their leafy parasols so small.
Protecting you, those shadows meet as one
In honour of their favourite windfall.
And so we come full circle: light, breath, shade…
Combined in you, a perfect job they’ve made.