When a new born child arrives
With no innate perception
Without a clue no point of view
Nor any predilection
In need of warmth and suckle love
Sleeping soundly until when
Confusion of the senses call
Hunger’s fear torments again
Surrounded by so many clues
As each wakeful hour presents
Until the shades of patterned light
Make out where stories can commence
Living deep within surrounding hearts
Roaming free in brand new dreams
Consciousness demanding who we are
As ‘why?’ resides between sunbeams
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