The bird sings <br />and the morning light pours in. <br />Wake up my little one <br />the time of lullaby is gone. <br /> <br />Take your rose <br />in your little hand <br />and walk in the path of light <br />leading to the never ending light. <br /> <br />Seek for a place <br />where you can store up <br />the secrets of your soul <br />of joy and pain. <br /> <br />Come and ring the bells <br />that sound into the depths of the soul <br />where you can hear the call <br />of the one whom your heart loves.<br /><br />Dr. Antony Theodore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/store-the-secrets-of-your-soul/
