Overjoyed with his life was he
As in a new plaything.
Engrossed, at no end of a string
For what of it broke free!
No trail but of little mischiefs
Gustily leaving behind.
Over park, paddock; undefined
For footprints; just handkerchiefs!
A gift as boundless to unwrap
For its possibilities as 'twere
What's held in universal wonder
A universe yet to map.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem