This is My Son

This is my son.  He has spent barely eighteen weeks in his mother's womb. Already the world has asked him many questions: 


Are you healthy, my son? 
Are you willing to come into this world?
Will you be like us?


But what questions will you ask of the world, my son?

Will you ask about Who or What? Or will you ask Why?
Will we roam the world  my son, and together ask Why?


Why is the ocean so sea-green on a beautiful, bright day?
Why are the heavens so filled with light on  a clear, dark night?
Why does the Red Robin sing so loud as the crimson sun sets?
Why do the tallest trees grow on the most forbidding mountains?


For you are my son, and I am your father. May we roam the world forever together and ask Why.  Because you are my Son and I am your Father and  the World shall Love You and You shall know Truth.