Perhaps we'd notice the way the sunlight dances on the floor in the morning Or the way the veins on the fall leaves sprawl out from the center. Maybe we'd see the drops start to gather on the outside of our water glass, Or the way the hummingbird comes back to the feeder every day. How would the world open up to us, If we viewed it like the babies? I know that Christ would meet us In the exploration and the wonder, For he, too, once saw the world through tiny, precious eyes. Pt2