Discovery avails to every child,
Like a patient pedagogue, a ready repast,
A feast to fulfill the deepest foray
Of an appetite honed unseen, unlatched.
Air-filled lungs, a spank or two,
Peepers pop ope to a world awash
In color and sound and sights, all new,
Puzzles aplenty, questions unquashed.
Some journeys are brief, a day or less,
Some are quite long, some rough, some smooth,
Some are cut short on battlefields,
Some seem unfair, some lucky, some cruel.
Whatever your journey, whatever your path,
Whatever your travels as history builds,
Remember each day, when you open your eyes,
Discovery awaits, you’re a child, be fulfilled.