longer.blue

Sing your gentle hymns to their heavy eyes. Spread your deft knowledge in their yearning ears. Mark their lives with your spell of protection, And love them softly, openly and soundly. Let them sleep and grow full of boundless wonder. This bud may flower into worlds beyond your late cognition. You may find hate between your present understanding, but they deserve no fear of you, nor themselves. This great beginning you've created is not yours to control. The masterpiece before you will never be for you. It's a breathing, learning, ineffable thing regardless. A gift from you to your small universe, brightening all of space.