The greatest poem ever told,
is one poets have outgrown.

The poetry innate untold,
of only being four years old.

Born comrade of bird, beast, and tree,
and unselfconscious as the bee.

Elate explorer of each sense,
without dismay, without pretense.

In your transparent eyes,
there is no conscience, no suprise.

Lifes' queer conundrums you accept,
your strange divinity still kept.

A life that sets all things in rhyme,
may make you a poet too in time.

But there were days o'tender elf,
when you were poetry itself.

 

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