World of wonder

With a grandchild in the arms
The world is full of wonder
It's like looking at a tree
Before it was named
Hearing a bird sing
With a fresh pair of ears

The dawn is new every day
The sky is full of surprises
It seems time has slowed down
To hurry is unnecessary
As one points and names
What flies, what stands and grows
What flutters from flower to flower
Even looks like a flower that flies
One is grateful to the little one
For this second resurrection.