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