Have I mentioned before my son is a genius? He wrote a song this evening. It wasn’t an assignment—in fact, I haven’t assigned writing to my son in a very long time.
So here is his first song:
THE BIRD:
A bird is in the tree...
See how he sings effortlessly!
How I wish I could sing like he
Free in all that can be!
The bird is beautiful
Isn't hard to pull
a song like that from your lungs?
The bird is lovely!
He sits there, singing to me!
The bird sings from his heart
as he goes along with his part.
How I wish I could sing like he!
Then how happy I could be!
Not to be outdone, and inspired by the work he put into it, my daughter wanted to try her hand at this song writing business.
THE WIND THAT BLOWS:
The wind that blows in my hair
The wind that blows on my face
The wind blows everywhere
No matter where I walk!
You can't see it
But you know that it's there!
Because you can see it whip around the trees
You can see it make some flowers bow
And you know it's there
Because you can feel it!
You can see it
blow around things.
I'd hug it if I could
But even if I could
I would lose my grip
and fall
I see the wind
Blow around those things
And I know it's there!
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