I am innocence, complete and pure. My skin still shines with the light of its first
awakening. I long for the water but shrink from the cold. I dip my naked feet into it and
jump away, shrieking with laughter. Even through I fail to understand what goes on around
me, I can feel my chest growing hot with happiness and I can feel my hair tingle
with the electric storm that rages all around me. In my bubbling song, I rage with it.
With my restless hunting, I add to it and fill it with my wonder.
I run from mother to father, from old man to young boy, from river to tree, from sand
to dirt. As I run, the air becomes just a little cooler, the dirt is just a little more
fertile, the water is just a little more clean. In my open eyes, the world finds its
renewal. I am unaware of this and in this ignorance lies my ultimate gift. As transient as
the dust on my forehead, as endless as the stars from which it came.