Behind belvedere,
A baby girls picks up a stray leaf
And tries to put it on her shovel.
The wind tugs the leaf
And pull it to the ground.
The girls crushes the leaf
With a shovelful of pebbles.
She rakes the pebbles with her fingers.
The leaf will never tough air again—
Never see the tree that reared it,
Never understand the tools of a child.
