When I bring you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there <br />is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are <br />painted in tints-when I give coloured toys to you, my child. <br /> When I sing to make you dance, I truly know why there is music <br />in leaves, and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart <br />of the listening earth-when I sing to make you dance. <br /> When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands, I know why <br />there is honey in the cup of the flower, and why fruits are <br />secretly filled with sweet juice-when I bring sweet things to your <br />greedy hands. <br /> When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely <br />understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light, and <br />what delight the summer breeze brings to my body-when I kiss you <br />to make you smile.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-and-why/
