What Would You See?

What would you see if I took you up

To my little nest in the air?

You would see the sky like a clear blue cup

Turned upside downwards there.

What would you do if I took you there

To my little nest in the tree?

My child with cries would trouble the air,

To get what she could but see.

What would you get in the top of the tree

For all your crying and grief?

Not a star would you clutch of all you see—

You could only gather a leaf.

But when you had lost your greedy grief,

Content to see from afar,

You would find in your hand a withering leaf

In your heart a shining star.