Everything
Written for BAC2ONE Art Camp 2012
Birds, and trees, and butterfly knees
And bats and balls and kites,
The wind that blows, the dainty rose,
The great breathtaking heights.
The ocean pounding on the surf,
The weeping willow trees,
The sky that blushes scarlet red,
Thank God for all of these.
The tiny belly, soft and warm,
The twinkle in his eye,
The precious lips, that kiss you twice,
The hands that want to try.
The music of an instrument,
The silence of the snow,
The voice that seems to wake the dawn,
From where it sleeps below.
The smell of spring, the breeze of fall,
That stirs the colored leaves,
The summer sun, the winter cold,
The mighty, windswept seas.
The paint that turns a canvas blue,
The truth that myths convey,
The smiles that ice cream cookies bring,
The clacking swords at play.
Bright flowers sweet, arranged just so,
Teddy bears knit by hand,
Duck tape, puppets, tie-dye shirts,
And things that go as planned.
The hands that sew, and draw, and weave,
The artist's second sight,
The feet that dance, and stomp, and run,
The heart that shows delight.
The sky, the clouds, the dolphin blue,
The hippopotamus,
The sacrifice that gave us life,
Thank God for all of us.
The stars that wink from outer space,
The gurgle of a spring,
The mighty oak, the platypus,
Thank God for EVERYTHING.
Birds, and trees, and butterfly knees
And bats and balls and kites,
The wind that blows, the dainty rose,
The great breathtaking heights.
The ocean pounding on the surf,
The weeping willow trees,
The sky that blushes scarlet red,
Thank God for all of these.
The tiny belly, soft and warm,
The twinkle in his eye,
The precious lips, that kiss you twice,
The hands that want to try.
The music of an instrument,
The silence of the snow,
The voice that seems to wake the dawn,
From where it sleeps below.
The smell of spring, the breeze of fall,
That stirs the colored leaves,
The summer sun, the winter cold,
The mighty, windswept seas.
The paint that turns a canvas blue,
The truth that myths convey,
The smiles that ice cream cookies bring,
The clacking swords at play.
Bright flowers sweet, arranged just so,
Teddy bears knit by hand,
Duck tape, puppets, tie-dye shirts,
And things that go as planned.
The hands that sew, and draw, and weave,
The artist's second sight,
The feet that dance, and stomp, and run,
The heart that shows delight.
The sky, the clouds, the dolphin blue,
The hippopotamus,
The sacrifice that gave us life,
Thank God for all of us.
The stars that wink from outer space,
The gurgle of a spring,
The mighty oak, the platypus,
Thank God for EVERYTHING.