They say they saw you newly born to the world, brimming with innocence and love
I said I saw you leaning on the windowsill, peering into the
Darkness of the nights, the fleeting
Colors of the sunrises.

Like the dew on the grass in the mornings
Of a clear, beautiful day with
Little wind.

Like discovering a book ancient with knowledge
Crackling pages too fragile to turn, waiting to be
Read but unreadable.

Like Mona Lisa with your poker face and faraway eyes
Searching for answers
Thinking up questions
For the world to answer
For the mind to grasp

Like the movements of a young flower towards
Sunlight
Eager, willing, able.
Learning to know, knowing to learn
About the world, about yourself, about-

They say they saw you arise to be the ancient ruler of our world, wise and trustworthy
I said I saw you leaning on the windowsill, peering into the
Darkness of the nights, the fleeting
Colors of the sunrises.

Even now you are still unreadable.