The baby there lies,

of the most broken and of the most fragile,

of the most natural and of the most belonging,

of the most identical and of the most distinct,

of the most prostrate and of the most righteous,

of the most powerful and of the most weak,

of the most rough and of the most calm,

of the challenge and of the praise.

It is a sum of all.

With a Lullaby and goodnight, the baby elephant sleeps tight. 

With roses bedight, its skin bares another sight.

With lilies o'er spread, it seeks virgin glances.

Is baby's wee bed, a tale of second chances?