Kevin's Telescope

His hands hide inside a sleeve

And little feet play with the ground beneath him

While up in the sky is where he wants to be

Time will fly

And the wind plays with him

The night will give him its charm

While he walks home

His head's up in a cloud

He feels his pores fill up with fresh air

And there is no doubt

That one day he will be

Where the eye of his telescope has already been

And the wind plays with him

Night will give him its charm

Night will pass

But he's a lot faster

No one can do him any harm