I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very <br />own world. <br /> I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops <br />down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows. <br /> Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never <br />could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with <br />trays crowded with bright toys. <br /> I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind, <br />and out beyond all bounds; <br /> Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms <br />of kings of no history; <br /> Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truth <br />sets Fact free from its fetters.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-s-world/
