My Melody

My little Melody, sweet as a peach, 

Although she is young, there is so much she can teach.

Like to see the small things, along the way,

And notice what's special, in everyday.

To feel such compassion, for the poor butterfly,

Who's caught in a web, and going to die.

To be sad when the flowers, wilt in the fall,

And yet somehow, see the joy in it all.

To feel such surprise, at each little thing,

Like when all those flowers, come back in the spring.

The colour of leaves, the sound a frog makes,

All of these things, for granted we take.

But I have a Melody, for all of you,

To make you ask why, the sky is so blue?

The ocean so green, the sunset so gold,

Why I have you, to love and to hold?

You show me the joys, of being alive,

Even though you are only five.