Lessons Learned by a Grandfather

Have you ever heard butterflies' whispered songs? After many years and being a grandpoppy, I'm learning to consider children as young people. They're bright and shiny pennies filling with the wonder of discovering the world. Like butterflies they're just emerging from their dark cocoons. They rush this way and that as though they're on wheels and are filled with a never ending supply of questions. For them there are no mountains they cannot climb, no oceans they cannot sail and no stars they cannot reach.