Scale a bough; and hold onto this
Astoundment, forevermore.
A curtain of leaf, parted for:
Life, and its glory, nested.
So in this world have I placed you.
With loving care, and foresight;
That which, on those wings of desire
Purist, does show you upborne.
Who, above, by your own new-born
Into hushed awe, too, is led.
Categories:
schoolmasterly, god,
Form: Rhyme