On little
children’s souls, soft violins are played,
On breath
of babes is where laughter´s prayed,
On tiny
rose lips is where tender kisses are born,
And in the
innocent eyes is the welcome of dawn.
In tiny
soft paws you feel the true earnest trust,
In the
elephant babe you´ll see the tears of musth,
In the
soft gentle cooing of the small turtle dove,
One shall
feel only peace & such enormous love.
It´s in the
small little fingers & the shell sized nose,
New soft feathers
& skin fresh as dewy pink rose,
Diamond shiny
scales & the new hatched claws,
Babes are babes,
whether they have toes or paws.
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