A child when he plays likes all the light he makes and he understands them all and with them a game begins.
says the bush of smiles:
-Hello dear baby!
The flower says stop your steps!
catch us say the butterflies
I'm smooth and small, call me a pebble.
Sing the swallow again
I've been calling you the puppy for a long time and he comes and play with me.
the wind says run fast
the apple says I will bake
Thx