from a tiny acorn
the oak tree grows,
what a man cant find
a child will know.
only the heart knows the secret
of where the wind blows....
and that's enough for me.
from drops of water
the clouds are formed.
that go together to
make the storm.
from the thunder and the lightning
the rainbow is born....
and that's enough for me.
the feeling that i have for you,
is the simple song i sing.
your mind may not understand...
but your heart knows what i mean.
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-in-b-minor/
