I wonder how the spider spins

Its web so lacy small.

And what makes the setting sun

A reddish fireball?

I wonder where the cloud puffs go

When the soft wind blows through.

And how do tinsel stars hang on

In a midnight sky, dark blue?

Tell me how daffodils peek out,

To grow up straight and tall.

How does the small forget-me-not

Unfold its face so small?

And how do trees know winter means

They will no longer grow,

And that their dried and crinkled leaves

Will hide beneath the snow?

Who tells spring robin when to sing

A song from his tree seat?

And how do bees know that nectar

Makes their honey sticky sweet?

I love to wonder about things,

Then look up in the sky

And thank the Lord that there’s a place

For someone small as I.

Illustrated by Doug Roy