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Sometimes children see how far they can travel to a star before familiar voices call them home to bed.
Young children know what it’s like to rescue stars, to hold them gently in gloved hands and then, with one almighty fling, sling them back to the sky. Adults forget what it’s like to play with stars, and when children offer to teach them they’re far too busy.
Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, ‘You owe me.’ Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.
Don’t put off tomorrow What can be today
But human nature feels.
Do the trees outside sleep and wake like us? They breathe like us so maybe they unfurl their roots underground like we stretch our toes under covers?
